Sunday, December 20, 2009

Doctors Orders

Four days after going down with a knee injury, I was finally able to sigh with relief. My ACL was still intact and the news from the specialist was the best I could hope for.

Diagnosis? Slight tear of the MCL (severe sprain), no surgery, out 4-6 weeks. I'm somewhat lucky in the sense that this happened right before Christmas break. When I return to Luxembourg on January 2nd, it will be exactly 3 weeks since the injury. Hopefully after a week of rehab in Esch, I'll be close to re-taking the court. As difficult as it is sitting on the bench and watching, I have to remember that getting my knee back to 100% is most important. Before I start jumping for rebounds and taking it strong to the hoop, I need to have a strong, steady right knee underneath me.

As I've said numerous times before, I'm very lucky to be in such a great situation this year. Though the basketball isn't as competitive as the previous leagues I've played in, the people in Luxembourg have made my experience wonderful thus far. Basket Esch is a family. They care about me and have stuck by my side during this unfortunate injury. After going down, most teams would be looking for a new foreign player, while sending you home and cutting your salary for the rest of the season. In Esch, it's different. People socialize after games, call to see if you need anything and invite you over for dinners with their friends or families. Hanging out in our gym bar after a game is one of the highlights of my week. I'm able to get to know those around me, make new friends and continually build relationships with those I spend the most time with. Basket Esch has gone out of their way to make sure I'm comfortable and have what I need. After meeting with the club's President, Manager and committee this week, I was relieved to hear them say that they are sticking with me 100%. Basket Esch wants me back on the court at full strength in the New Year.

Though they've brought someone in the fill my shoes while I'm out of commission, the goal is for a mid-January return. That being said, this will be my last post of 2009. Here's to wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Happy Holidays and be sure to visit www.bwatson3.blogspot.com in 2010!

-Breanne

Sidenote: The above picture is of me drinking Luxembourg Crémant, celebrating my team's huge Cup victory over Steinsel (the same team we played when I injured my knee and lost to by 2 points). The Cup victory means we are in the Final 4 and will be playing in front 6,000+ fans in February! Allez-Esch!

Monday, December 14, 2009

(Knee)dless to Say…

Injuries - they’re a part of the game. Whether you’re a recreational or competitive athlete, everyone has suffered through a bump, bruise, break or tear. I’ve been fairly fortunate throughout my basketball career, as I’ve never really suffered anything too serious. Sure I’ve sprained my ankles, jammed multiple fingers, broken my nose twice and dislocated both shoulders – but I’ve never had an injury that has required surgery or kept me away from the game I love for a long period of time. Injuries are scary and when someone goes down - competitor or not, I always pray they are able get back up and continue playing.

I’ve always said that my greatest fear was tearing my ACL. I’ve had friends and teammates alike go through this horrible experience. Whenever I hear someone has hurt a knee, I almost feel sick - hoping it’s nothing more than a sprain or hyperextension. If there is one thing I know as a high level athlete, it’s that hurting a knee is one of worst things that can happen to your body – the body you’ve worked so hard to build up for your selected sport.

Saturday was not a good day. Facing a team we defeated earlier in the season by 24, I was seriously injured minutes into the first quarter. Crashing the boards after a teammate’s shot, I jumped for the offensive rebound. Collecting it in the air, as I came down, my legs were taken out from under me. I landed awkwardly on my right heel and my knee gave out. Though I didn’t feel pain right away, I immediately knew something was wrong. My leg went hot and felt like jello. Lying on the floor, I took a few deep breaths and gathered myself. As I got up to walk, my knee collapsed under my body weight. This was when I lost it. With my biggest fear being a knee injury, I became uncontrollably emotional. Thinking the worst, I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Calming down as much as I could, our trainer tried to tape me up. Umm…no. There was no way I was getting back on the court. I told her I needed to go to the hospital ASAP. Leaving my team with 4 minutes remaining in the 1st quarter, they were on their own.

After an hour in emergency and finally seeing the doctor, I was told my x-rays were negative. Further poking and prodding of my knee had the doctor concluding that she didn’t think it was the ACL. Putting my mind at ease somewhat, any news was good news at that point. Next she molded a splint/brace to minimize leg movement and sent me off with a prescription for medication and crutches. MRI’s aren’t done on the weekends, so right now I’m mentally preparing for tomorrow’s MRI and the results the knee specialist will have Wednesday. Please send positive thoughts this way!

Of course the most important thing right now is the health of my knee. I want nothing more than the specialist to tell me that all I need is rest and ice and that I can return to the court in 2-4 weeks. However, the injury couldn’t have happened at a more inopportune time. First and foremost, we needed the win Saturday (ended up losing by 2. We were up 10, but unable to hold on for the W). Secondly, I had a flight booked Sunday morning to meet one of my close friends (Kelly McDonald, former UW gymnast and current Le Rêve performer at the Wynn Hotel) in London. We had been planning this trip for weeks and were going to spend 2 days exploring a city I’d never been to ($250 down the drain). And finally, we have a Cup game Wednesday against the same team we played Saturday. The winner goes to the semi-finals, which is a HUGE deal in Luxembourg. Over 6,000 people attend these games. I wanted nothing more than to be on the floor with the team, but sadly that won’t happen. I have faith that the girls will bring their ‘A’ game and play with everything they have to get the win.

Injuries unfortunately prove that like anything, professional basketball is a business. The moment it was determined I’d be out for at least a week, the club was on the phone looking for a new player to fill my spot for the next 2 games. Today the new foreigner arrived from Pennsylvania. Though her arrival puts me in a strange position, I’m hoping she can help the team to victory the next 2 games. We need these wins. Our manager has promised me that she is just here for the week. Based on the results of the MRI, my situation in Luxembourg is to be determined then. I believe Basket Esch cares about me and wants me to continue playing for them, but if I’m unable to, everything changes.

-BW

Monday, December 07, 2009

Tis the Season

December – a month filled with Holiday cheer. A time of year where Coke commercials make you feel sentimental, Christmas tunes dominate every radio station and where a glass of hot spiced red wine has never tasted better. There’s nothing I love more than Christmastime. It may sound cliché, but there’s a feeling in the air. For me, the month has it’s own atmosphere and I can’t help but smile when seeing Christmas decorations, chubby men dressed as St. Nichols or a huge evergreen tree in the middle of the city center.

Each year I spend abroad during the Christmas season I notice the subtle differences countries practice during this time of year. From the type of decorations, to how a Christmas tree is presented - each has their own signature. The uniqueness is something I cherish. Every year I try to bring home a little part of the traditions I experience and incorporate them into celebrations with my family. I can’t think of a better time of year and there’s nothing like spending it with the ones you love. (2 more weeks!)

My favorite thing about December in Europe is Christmas Markets. I love them. Every season while overseas, I try to visit as many as I can. It’s not as though the shopping is great (most of the objects sold are things you would never need) it’s the environment, entertainment, decorations and food vendors that make them worthwhile. This year I’ve been to 3 different cities to attend markets and have enjoyed every single one of them. I wish we did something like this back home, but we don’t. Sure we have street fairs, exhibitions and craft markets, but nothing can quite compare to this holiday tradition practiced in Europe. Most run from December 1 until Christmas Eve, with the Europeans being king when it comes to this event. Strolling through the cool crisp air, viewing various booths with glühwein in hand is all I need to be in my happy place.

Saturday a friend and I drove 3 hours to Strasbourg, France to visit one of the most well known Christmas Markets in Europe. It’s been in existence since 1570 and has a reputation that has only grown over the years. During the month of December, Strasbourg’s city center shuts down for pedestrian traffic only. The amount of people walking around is insane! Every street is packed with bodies and booths – to the point that I had to use my boxing out skills to get by masses of people.

It’s easy to see why the city holds such high status. It’s unique and gorgeous. The city center looks as though you’ve entered a fairytale and is surrounded by a circular canal. Every building is distinctive and exudes it’s own character. You can’t help but pause every few steps when walking down the streets to take in the sights. All the decorations are simple yet classic and very tasteful. You’d be hard pressed finding a city that resembled Strasbourg. After spending a day full of Holiday spirit, gluwein, crepes and one too many sweets – I couldn’t help but think about my family and friends and how much I would of loved spending this day with them. Fourteen more days… ☺

Basketball Update: Last weekend we beat the 3rd place team on their home court in a hard fought battle. I think it was the best game we’ve ever played as a team and our defense was what won the game for us. It was a dogfight. I sprained my ankle in the 2nd quarter, but was able to tape it up tight for the rest of the game (don’t ask how it felt later). In the 4th, I was clocked in the nose with 8 minutes left in the game. Though we had a 20-point lead, the home team was experienced and I knew they could make a run to get back in the game at any moment. Running off the floor covering my gushing nose, I couldn’t get it to stop bleeding. I spent the rest of the game in the bathroom applying pressure and using ice while our physio ran back and forth updating me on the score. Thankfully, we pulled out the 8-point victory. Yesterday, we won another close game. It was probably the worst game I have played in a long time. Though my stats look good on paper, I didn’t rebound well, was fatigued the whole 40 minutes and missed too many FT’s. Our Belgian player and point guard really stepped up and had a huge games which was why we got the ‘W.’ Phewwww!

-BW

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Prost!

Never a beer drinker, the past couple years in Europe have changed that somewhat. From the day I entered high school until the day I graduated from college, I had never finished a bottle of beer. I couldn’t stand the flavor and never understood how people enjoyed the taste. It just wasn’t for me. Friends joked that I wasn’t a ‘true Canadian,’ because I hadn’t grown up savoring Molson Canadian, Kokanee or Labatt Blue.

However, as I’ve matured into a young adult, I’ve finally learned how to enjoy and appreciate the taste of beer. I don’t drink a lot, but when I do it’s usually in a group setting. I’m a social drinker who enjoys sharing a pitcher with friends, nursing a pint or two when out on the town or cracking one open after a long day or exhausting game...

Though Europe and North America share similarities, it’s their differences I’m always intrigued by. During my first season abroad, I couldn’t believe how accessible and free flowing alcohol was. Rarely will you find an enforced drinking age in European countries and if you do, it’s still likely to be ignored. Here, kids grow up in an environment where alcohol is a part of their surroundings. Sometimes I convince myself this could be a reason why you don’t hear about an excess of teenage alcohol related issues in Europe.

After 3 seasons abroad, I’ve finally taken note that the majority of the gyms I practice and play in all include a bar. The bar is open when the gym is open and if you feel like enjoying a drink, or two, or three - all the power to you. It’s commonplace and is a part of the everyday norm. No one is being judged and for the most part everyone is behaving in an acceptable manner. Business is especially booming before basketball (handball, volleyball, etc) games, where you’ll see groups of people enjoying drinks, only to come out again at half time for another and mingling over a few more when the match is over. Weekdays or weeknights - it’s a way of life. And at 2 Euros a beer, you're not breaking the bank. There is nothing wrong with this tradition, but it’s interesting seeing and experiencing something so different than what I’m used to.

Back in Canada and the US you’d be hard pressed to find parents sitting in a bar enjoying a drink, while they wait for their kid to finish karate practice in the gym down the hall. Even finding a bar connected to a sports facility would be close to impossible - unless of course you're at a professional arena like GM Place for a Canucks game or BC Place when the Lions are in town. Amateur sports? Never.

I’m no beer connoisseur, but since being in Luxembourg I’ve found that German/Lux/Belgian beers live up to the hype. They’re good. They have distinct tastes and it’s possible to enjoy a beer purely for the sake of enjoying a beer. After games I’ll find myself sitting at a table with friends, only to have the bartender come over and put down two cold ones right in front of me. Always confused, I try to explain I didn’t order anything. He always smiles and say “they did” pointing to a fan, friend or acquaintance somewhere in the room. It’s part of the lifestyle here and I'm living it, plus it seems silly to waste a perfectly good beer...

Basketball Update: Sunday we cruised to a victory over the team sitting in last place. However, these last couple of weeks have been very frustrating - as we don’t seem to be improving or working on our weaknesses. We still make the same mistakes and are giving up WAY too many points. We can score, but at some point you’ve got to make stops. Big game Saturday against one of the league leaders. It would be great to get a win.

-BW

Sidenote: Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends! I'm thankful for all of you!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Je ne parle pas Français!

As child growing up in a bilingual country like Canada, I was forced at a young age to learn French. It began in grade 5 and to this day I can still remember the annoyance I felt when French period rolled around. Sure every food item, law and most signs in Canada are written in English and French, but never had I come across someone in B.C. who was a francophone, nor had I ever been in a situation that required me to speak French. I couldn’t understand why I was being forced to learn a language that would have no effect on my life.

As I endured classes from elementary through my senior year in high school, I gradually found myself reading and writing the language quite well and could understand 90% of what was being said to me. My oral skills weren’t as good as my written skill, but I was satisfied that I would be able to get by if need be. I remember having friends who attended French immersion schools and thinking how much it sucked to be them. Not only were they learning history, science, geography, etc in English, but in French as well. No thank you…

Surprisingly, after graduating high school, I found myself enrolling in university French classes. I figured they would be easy credits and would help keep my GPA high. After 2 years of Français at UW, I still wasn’t close to being fluent and eventually decided to drop the French in favor of other subjects.

As the years continued to roll by, I had yet to use my French skills at an advanced level and they slowly began to leave me. It wasn’t until this season that I wished my parents had enrolled me in French immersion and that I was fluent in the language. I always thought it would be cool to be bilingual, but language is difficult and not being surrounded by it and not having to practice it every day makes it tough to retain.

Each year I go abroad, I’m continually reminded of how ignorant I feel sometimes. Most Europeans speak a minimum of 2 languages and Luxembourg is no exception. The majority of the population can speak at least 4 languages. It’s incredible and extremely impressive. If I thought mastering 2 was a feat, these people are on completely different level. Luxembourg has 3 official languages: French, German and Luxembourgish. Aside from these 3, most speak English as well. However, it makes sense, as Luxembourg is such a small country and is surrounded by Germany, Belgium and France. The diversity of people in the city is great and as stated in an earlier blog, thousands of people commute everyday from all 3 countries for work.

I’m lucky in a sense that the laws in Luxembourg (signs, food items, etc) all must be written in French. If there is one thing I know, it’s that I can read French quite well - so I don’t find myself getting lost or confused as much as I have in other countries. (Reading the back of the cereal boxes every morning finally paid off!) In addition, my comprehension is very high. When people speak French around me or to a group, I find myself understanding most of what is being discussed. At first teammates, fans and friends alike were surprised when I answered a question they posed in French. It was funny – they assumed I was like every other American (Canadian) who had played for the team and didn’t understand or care to learn a lick of French. My Belgian teammate does not speak Luxembourgish, so I’ve asked her to speak to me in French whenever we converse. When I respond, she corrects my mistakes. As my confidence improves and pronunciation progresses, I find myself speaking French more and more – whether it’s at the grocery store, coffee shop or with my elderly neighbor who I swear spies on me and makes sure I close the door every time I enter our apartment building ☺. I’m really not that good, but everyone has been so complementary when I greet them in French and answer their simple questions. By the end of the season, I’m hoping that I’ll have enough French, that I’ll be able to have a real conversation with a Luxembourgian or my friend from Montreal (get ready Liz!)

French is a beautiful language, one I hope I’ll eventually be able to master – but I’m not sure I see that happening. I’ve talked with one of our supporters about taking French courses while here and plan on enrolling in a class that begins in January. Until then, I guess I’ll just have to meet a sweet talking Frenchman that will make conversation that much easier!

Basketball Update: Last weekend we won a must win game to keep us in the top 6 of our league. In December, the top 6 teams move and continue playing for the championship, while the bottom 6 play out and fight to stay in the first division. Yesterday we played a cup game and managed a hard fought victory over a team Basket Esch had lost to before I arrived. Sunday we play another must win game. Last night was a very physical game – especially inside. I felt pretty beat up today, so the plan is to take care of the body these next couple days and prepare for the big game this weekend.

Au revoir!

-BW

Friday, November 13, 2009

Hands Off!

It’s every sport junkie’s favorite time of year. The time of season where there is never a shortage of sports broadcasts found on the TV and radio; where the sports section of your daily paper is overflowing with game results and statistics and where good natured team trash talk starts to escalate.

With an exciting conclusion to the MLB season, comes the beginning of college basketball madness. The NBA too is now underway, while NHL teams are just starting to gain momentum. Week to week, every battle on the gridiron is played like it’s the last - as crunch time starts to bear down on NFL and college football teams.

Somewhat of a closet sports junkie myself, it’s hard being on another continent, away from the action of the North American professional sports. Trying to follow basketball, football and even hockey, (Go Canucks Go!) can be a struggle. The chance of catching a college basketball or (American) football game on television is a big zero. They simply don’t broadcast these sports on this side of the Atlantic. Here any kind of futbol is king, as is Euroleague basketball. This is what dominates the local EuroSport television channels. People don’t really know or care about US college sports teams and why should they?

The NBA however, is somewhat familiar to sports enthusiasts abroad. With the continuing trend of European players leaving Europe for the NBA, the league has caught on to an extent. But truth still remains, you have to be a hardcore Lakers/Celtics/Cavs fan, etc to watch the games live; games that often don’t tip off until 3am. Like any competitive athlete, you have to be willing to put in the time and effort to follow your favorite team or sport, which is a dedication I just don’t have time for.

I still read the sports section everyday and religiously check gohuskies.com for game results, but rarely do I take the time to surf the net and break down game results and player statistics. I’ve come to accept that I’m somewhat out of the loop when I’m living my second life in Europe.

My life in Europe is different than the one in North America. The change of scenery and missing comforts of home are replaced with new adventures and experiences, as well as introduction to new sports. Each season I return, I inevitably find myself rooting for a new team in a sport I never knew existed or never had the passion to follow. In Finland and Sweden it was floorball, (wait, let’s clarify…I was never a fan of floorball, but was interested in learning about and watching the game) in Portugal I uncovered my hidden passion for futbol (soccer) and now in Luxembourg I’ve become a dedicated handball fan…

Most Wednesday/Friday nights you’ll find me in a gym cheering for the Differdange Red Boys. This has created some confusion among my teammates and Basket Esch supporters. A few weeks ago the Red Boys came to Esch to play and in their mind, I was clearly rooting for the wrong team. I’m a very loyal person – I think it’s one of my best traits, however, I have no ties to the Esch handball players and therefore dodn’t feel guilty about not rooting for them. The Red Boys however, employ a lot of the guys I hang out with here in Luxembourg - therefore I choose to support people I know and like to see do well. In addition, the captain of the Red Boys happens to be my Belgian teammate’s boyfriend. We often attend games together and yell randomly at the referees. Most of the time I have no idea what is going on and since I shout out in English, most people don’t pay me any attention. I’m pretty sure I’m the least of their worries, as handball games can get pretty rowdy. Fans are intensely supportive of their teams and games are highly attended. Add that to the fact beer is sold throughout the match and you have a dangerous combination of testosterone, alcohol and team allegiance. Last game I attended there was a fight on the court between the two teams and fans started throwing things on the floor. Only in Europe…

From the games I’ve watched so far, I must say I’ve gained a certain amount of respect for the sport. Handball is a brutally physical game. The players are strong, quick and have great hand/eye co-ordination. They sacrifice their bodies on every play and are not afraid to show their emotion. Not only that, their fitness level is very high – you’re not going to see any overweight guys playing this sport. Games are divided into two 30-minute halves, with stoppage of play being rare. The court is larger than a basketball court (40m X 20m) and when the whistle blows, players quickly look to the ref for the call and continue on. It’s an interesting sport. Even though I still don’t fully understand some of the rules and strategy that is involved, it’s entertaining.

Basketball Update: Last week we lost a heartbreaker to Etzella. We should of won, but stupid mistakes in the last 5 minutes determined the result. I have to remind myself that we are a very young team, but it still doesn’t dull the taste of losing. I had a good game, but without the ‘W’ it doesn’t mean much. Sunday we have an important match against Racing – it’s a must win, so we better do just that!

Sidenote: Be sure to click here and check out the great feature on my brother in the weeks Vancouver Province. So proud of him!

-BW

Thursday, November 05, 2009

My Big Fat Athenian Adventure

With a win in the bag and 4 days off, I immediately started scouring the Internet for an affordable travel destination. After shuffling through the numerous countries and cities in my head, I eventually decided on Athens.

I’ve always wanted to travel to Greece - it’s been on the list for quite some time. Plus, it didn’t hurt that close friend Lindsey Wilson was playing for Panathinaikos with former UW teammate, Giuliana Mendiola. Not to mention former UW volleyball star, Sanja Tomasevic, was also playing volleyball for the same club! Needless to say, my decision came quite easy.

The following morning I was up bright and early and on my way to Frankfurt Airport. Thank goodness for GPS, or I probably would of ended up lost in some remote German village…seriously. After 3 hours of my Twingo struggling to keep up with drivers on the Autobahn, I arrived in Frankfurt and was off to Athens!

Catching up on a few Z’s, I could barely contain my excitement as we descended into Greece. With only my bag on my back, I headed out of the arrivals terminal and managed to spot Sanja zooming around in her Smart Car. Waving her down, I jumped in and we shared a huge hug. It’d been 2+ years since we’d seen each other last. I don’t think there was a moment of silence as we updated one another on our respective travel and lives. Picking up right we were left off, I knew I was going to have a fabulous weekend.

Thirty minutes later, we parked the Smart and hollered up to Lindsey’s balcony. Once buzzing us in, the 2 of us shared a big hug. It was great to see her! Catching up quickly, the 3 of us were off to the gym for Linds' Panathinaikos team practice. While Linds, Giuli and teammates got their sweat on; Sanja and I continued to catch up on the sidelines. We couldn’t believe it…what are the chances of 3 former Huskies and a Seattleite being in Athens at the same place and time? Crazy!

Upon conclusion of practice, I chatted with Lindsay’s coach who convinced me to workout with the team while I was in town. The thought of sharing the court with Lindsey and Giuli was all it took and I told him I’d be in gear tomorrow. After the girls showered and dressed, we were off to Sanja’s to order in and plan out the next few days.

The following morning Lindsey was off to early practice, while I decided to see the sights. We planned on meeting back at her place later that afternoon. With guidebook in hand, I was on a mission to find the Acropolis, Parthenon and Ancient Agora among other things. I like to think I’m self-sufficient and after familiarizing myself with Central Athens, I decided my best bet was to start at the Acropolis and work from there. Four Euros lighter from a quick cab ride, I was at the foot of an overwhelming monument. There are some things that are hard to describe in life and I think the Acropolis is one of them. How was something so massive, intricate and beautiful built on top of a flat-topped rock before the invention of modern machinery? It’s amazing, one that should be appreciated. Wandering around with camera in hand, I couldn’t help but overhear all the American tourists complaining about the hike up to the monument…

After taking time to appreciate what I was looking at, I continued on to Ancient Agora and surrounding sights. I truly enjoyed myself and learned a thing or two about Greek history. Inevitably, my feet started to ache and I decided my 4-hour adventure needed to come to a close. It was time to head towards Lindsey’s apartment. Instead of taking a cab, I decided to hoof it back. As silly as it might sound, I believe that part of experiencing a country/city is not only taking in the sights, but also mingling with people in their everyday norm.

Double-checking my guidebook, I made a quick detour to check out the Greek Parliament buildings and City Centrum. Buttoning up my jacket as the weather started to turn, I stopped mid-stride when coming across not one, but 4 enormous Canadian flags flapping alongside the Greek flags in the wind. Completing a full 360° of my surroundings, I tried to figure out why the heck the red and white was being prominently displayed in front of the Greek Parliament buildings….Not being able to come up with a good explanation aside from my visit ☺, I exchanged hello’s (γειά σου, which despite what it looks like is pronounced yia-sas) with a nearby police officer, asking him if he spoke English. Pointing to the Canadian flags and telling him I was Canadian, I asked why the flags were on display. He smiled and stated that our President (correction Mr. Greek, Prime Minister) was visiting Athens to ‘light’ the Olympic flame and take it back to Canada for the Winter Olympics. Thanking him, I smiled and admired the maple leaf while it waved back in the wind.

Satisfied with the amount of photos I had taken, I walked through the Centrum and window shopped while buying a pastry from a nearby street vendor. Deciding I had conquered the ruins and downtown Athens, I now would start the trek back towards Lindsey’s apartment. This proved to be difficult. The saying “it’s all Greek to me” never rang truer. With most languages you can hear similarity in words or notice that they look familiar in their written form. With Greek, this is not the case. Nothing sounds or looks the same in Greek. The language though harmonious to the ear, is so confusing and complex that every time someone spoke to me, I turned red and could only stutter. Even worse was figuring out which direction to go when the street signs looked like Εθνικής Κατηγορίας or Ανδρών θα. Huh?! After wandering around for a good 20 minutes, I finally swallowed my pride and hailed a cab. Pointing to a map and using various hand motions, I was able to communicate with the driver and point out where I wanted to go. After numerous attempts at having a conversation, we gave up and exchanged smiles, laughing the remainder of the ride.

Finally back at Lindsey’s apartment, I showed her my pictures and described my day. After a quick bite we caught another cab with Lindsey’s teammates and headed to Glyfada, an upscale district where Sanja’s vball team plays home games. Sanja was a powerhouse and Pao was beating the opposing team so bad, she sat the 3rd set. The game wasn’t close, but nevertheless it was great to see Sanja pound the ball again.

Following the game Lindsey, Sanja, Lindsey’s teammate Jasmina, a men’s Pao player and I went for a traditional Greek dinner. I’ve always been a fan of Greek food, but this meal was on another level. It was fabulous! The atmosphere was great as was the company. As the meal drew to a close, our waiter was clearing the table and knocked over a glass of red wine, spilling it all over me. I knew it was an accident and am not one to make a scene, but I was definitely annoyed. Since I was traveling light – more than half my clothes were useless for the rest of the trip! Red face and embarrassed he could barely make eye contact. I took a deep breath, smiled and told him it was no problem. After I did what I could to salvage my wardrobe, the waiter returned and surprised us with a complementary desert platter and shots of Ouzo for everyone. I suddenly became a table favorite! Full from a fabulous meal and surrounded by great people and conversation – I couldn’t imagine Greece getting much better than this!

The next morning Linds and I were up early for practice. A bit nervous to play with girls I didn’t know, I decided to do what I normally do - smile and play hard. I made fast friends and ended up playing great. Apparently Lindsey’s coach was impressed and made sure I wrote down the correct spelling of my name on a piece of paper. He said he would help me get into Greece next season and really liked the type of player I was. I thanked him and said I’d see him tomorrow. After showering and changing, Linds borrowed Sanja’s Smart Car to take me on a city tour. It was neat driving down the narrow alleys and seeing parts of the city most tourists don’t experience. We eventually made our way to Panathinaikon Stadium and parked for a quick photo op. The site was amazing and is the only major stadium in the world built entirely of white marble. Built in 329 B.C., it was used in the 1896 Olympics as well as the 2004 games. Awesome! Finally, we were off to Lykavittas Hill – which in my opinion is the best site in Athens. The view is indescribable. You can see the whole city, all the way to the Aegean Sea. Linds and I sat at the top and took in the view for a good 20 minutes without saying a word.

Checking off the last 2 must see’s on my list, it was back to the apartment to get ready for a gathering at a Marousi men’s player’s apartment. Always Debbie Homemaker, Lindsey whipped up a pot of chili and cornbread for the occasion. After testing it out more than a few times, we were on our way. Arriving at Jared’s, I couldn’t believe the size of his apartment – it was enormous! Men’s basketball is huge in Greece and the players are paid accordingly. That was obvious as I took in Jared’s humble abode. NBA players have actually spurned the NBA to play in Greece, most notably Josh Childress, Juan Dixon and Linas Kleiza.

The night was a huge success and I found it hard to believe what a small world I live in. Here was Lindsey Wilson from Seattle who played at Iowa State, dealing cards to Jared Homan who also played at Iowa State. Both former stars at the University of Washington, Sanja and Giuli were discussing which song should be played next on the speakers. And finally, I myself was catching up with Levon Kendall who also hails from Vancouver, BC and grew up just 20 minutes from my home. It blows my mind sometimes who you meet while abroad.

After dinner and wine, we ended up playing a variety of fun games from poker to charades and others that kept people laughing. In addition to the Seattle/Iowa/Vancouver connection, there were various models in town from NYC and numerous men’s players that stopped by through the night. It was a great evening, one that ended up with me freestyle rapping – only because Athena convinced me to do it!

Waking up to a loud alarm, Linds and I were up early the next day to lift weights. Satisfied after the workout, we had lunch at great crepe place and recounted the events from the previous night. That afternoon I again practiced with the team and continued to impress. It was great being able to get a run in with a friend and old teammate. With the competitive juices flowing, I found myself paired with Giuli – our sole goal? Beat Lindsey every single time…☺

Upon completion of practice, we drove up to Lykavittos Hill to once again admire the view. It’s completely different at night. When the Acropolis is lit up, the city comes alive – it’s beautiful. With that, Lindsey, Giuli and I headed to the Exarhia district for my last supper. We found a cute place surrounded by graffiti covered walls, where we enjoyed another fabulous meal. Noticing the people next to us speaking English, Lindsey asked them if they were American. Sure enough they were – and all from Seattle! Two were WSU grads, but I didn’t hold it against them. ☺ I’m amazed how the world works sometimes. After a quick chat, it was back to Sanja’s for a final goodbye. The rest of the evening was spent recounting our adventures and figuring out a way for us all finding our way back to Greece next season…

-BW