Tuesday, July 26, 2005
A Big Breakfast and Snacks Last Night
We went into the main cafeteria today and had our breakfast with an intimate crowd of about 400 people. Breakfast is apparently the big meal of the day. We had a choice of bread, flat crackers, something along the lines of banana bread without the bananas, corn flakes, milk, 3 kinds of jam, white cheese, a very good salami, juice, and coffee. You could grab as much as you wanted.
Last night the boys bought some goodies from the front office at the school where we are staying: pop, juice, ice cream, and toasted cheese and ham sandwiches (a big hit). So, yes, they are eating well and no one is wasting away.
I hope, of course, to get all the boys to try pickled herring before we leave.
ps. While waiting to eat and standing in a slow-moving line, a group of boys, about thriteenish, sort of rudely pushed their way in front of me, atypical of the manners of the masses--a coach from a team in front asked that they step back a bit. The boys then started making that clucking sound you can make when you pull the tongue from the top of your mouth quickly. This, apparently, was something one of them had just discovered, and they passed it on to everyone quickly, and a full symphony developed. They were wearing yellow jerseys and all were blonde and I'm guessing they were Swedish. They had the longest, straightest hair I have seen since 1974. Half of them wore scruffy hats, the kind truckers and farmers wear. The others had headbands and other bits wrist bands and rock iconography. It was then I had an epiphany and realized that these kids had somehow discovered the original Bad News Bears film and had started a small cult and devoted their entire lives to recreating the look, attitude, and style of that bunch. That was when, of course, I fell in love with them. I promise some photos of these boys if I can track them down.
best
Robert
Last night the boys bought some goodies from the front office at the school where we are staying: pop, juice, ice cream, and toasted cheese and ham sandwiches (a big hit). So, yes, they are eating well and no one is wasting away.
I hope, of course, to get all the boys to try pickled herring before we leave.
ps. While waiting to eat and standing in a slow-moving line, a group of boys, about thriteenish, sort of rudely pushed their way in front of me, atypical of the manners of the masses--a coach from a team in front asked that they step back a bit. The boys then started making that clucking sound you can make when you pull the tongue from the top of your mouth quickly. This, apparently, was something one of them had just discovered, and they passed it on to everyone quickly, and a full symphony developed. They were wearing yellow jerseys and all were blonde and I'm guessing they were Swedish. They had the longest, straightest hair I have seen since 1974. Half of them wore scruffy hats, the kind truckers and farmers wear. The others had headbands and other bits wrist bands and rock iconography. It was then I had an epiphany and realized that these kids had somehow discovered the original Bad News Bears film and had started a small cult and devoted their entire lives to recreating the look, attitude, and style of that bunch. That was when, of course, I fell in love with them. I promise some photos of these boys if I can track them down.
best
Robert
