With Franco dead, the first general elections were held in Spain , the first since 1936. That was the headline in the Washington Post. I like to read the paper in the morning but this is the first newspaper I have seen since arriving here.
The breakfasts here are great, theres a choice of oatmeal or cold cereal, lots of juice and eggs, and they always seem to have hotcakes too. You can drink as much milk or juices as you want. Riley downs at least three glasses of milk in the morning and lunch. Sanderson and I are juice guys and we always have a line of empty glasses in front of us. It’s fun to see who is going to sit at your table. We have a rule, no more than 2 counselors per table. Mr. B wants us interacting with the campers and its fun to hear their stories, where they are from, what they do, where they play tennis. There's a lot of campers from Mr .’s hometown including his daughter Colleen whom I adore and her friend Annabel. Both are great players and Colleen has great stories about BJK.
Today we taught the overhead and volley and I had a great morning. I think it went fast because I was really into the teaching. The afternoon flew by as well because we got to play doubles with the adults. I played tennis with this greek millionaire guy. He owns a shipping company and a skyscraper in Manhattan . Mr. B says the guy is loaded. He is funny and full of jokes, he has taken a liking to Pat but she just laughs off the attention.
After a fantastic dinner in Forde Hall, Pat and I had court duty. The job entails sweeping the 13 clay courts with massive brooms that you drag across the courts. It takes a while, and then you turn on the sprinklers and water the courts. In the morning one of the maintenance guys rolls the courts with a mini tractor. It’s impossible not to get soaked on court duty. I think Pat spraying me contributed to the situation, but I got her back, and good. Next time I’m bringing a towel. That Pat is playful and cute!
Last night we went to the Campus chapel, Irvine Memorial Chapel, it was so scary and gothic and the confederate ghosts were out it was great fun. What an amazing structure, I briefly met the guy that plays the bells, Bryan Barker. He’s in his late 70’s with a shock of white hair, he was lurking about the chapel, ironically he has a hunch back and an English accent. coincidence? I think not.
Pat and I played Tom and this cute camper by the name of Patty in doubles. Patty is from Pittsburg and I think she has a crush on Tom. They're the same age and she has very strong groundstrokes, but not much of a net game. Its the same with Tom, he has fantastic groundstrokes but because of an unorthadox grip has suspect vollys. We had them at 5-4 but lost Pat’s serve and ended up losing 7-5.
Mr. B gave a great lecture this morning about volleys and how you can’t hit them flat footed, you have to bounce and put weight behind them. You have go low with the ball at the net and hit down on the high balls. He made it look easy in the demo; the ball is crisp off his racquet. I like the sound of a ball hit dead center.
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