"Ahh! it does exist!" --M&M commercial at Christmas

I'm talking about Futbol, not Santa Clause. I finally played soccer. And with children no less. I wasn't thinking correctly and I went to my first tutor session an hour before the actual correct time so after Ana told me i was not suppose to be there I thought about what i could do for an hour to kill time. Randomly, i guess it was destiny, i pull my yellow mini soccer ball in my bag. Finally deciding to pump it up and actually take it out of my closet. Well i wasn't exactly dressed for sports but i said wtf its now or never. I walked over to my school and went to the play ground to kick the ball against the wall and juggle. Its a lot harder than i expected in Chucks, but it is doable.

Well i started juggling and noticed two boys walking by. I heard them gasp at the sight of a girl, with a soccer ball, actually playing with it. Well i asked the one boys if they wanted to pass and one excepted while the other declined. I could tell the boy who declined liked soccer a lot but i think he thought because i was a girl that i wouldn't be good at all and therefore he shouldn't waste his time. HA! I showed him.... I passed with Mustafa (I asked him his name and then he retorted back, "I go to Menendez and you met me so you should know my name." Exucse me???? There were over a 100 kids that i met on my first day. You only have to know one name. I'm sorry if i don't remember YOUR name when i only met you once and for a millisecond.)

Anyways, i showed off my skills as best i could for being rusty and in jeans and chucks but i made a good impression because eventually the second boy joined in when he realized that we were actually having fun and passing the ball well. Well this little boy, maybe 2 or 3 years old, walked by and i knew he wanted to play so i passed him the ball. The other boys passed with him as well. It was very cute. But, the boy (Antonio) decided to run on the blacktop and he slipped and fell on his butt. Naturally he cried and I felt responsible. The mom makes her way over and is all, "No pasa nada (its no big deal). Tranquila. (relax, he's fine)". In America, every mom would run over and cuddle there child and reassure them that they were okay. This mom was like, hey you fell, get up. It was great!

The kid got up and then proceeded to chase the ball again. It was funny. One of the after school classes got out so more kids were hanging outside the school and so were their parents. I noticed all the fathers watching in disbelief. A few kids asked to join in but their parents told them they had to go. It was a short lived soccer experience, but one that i won't forget. I missed soccer so much. It was so good to touch the ball again. God i miss soccer practice. Well my very yellow, hardly used mini soccer ball is now a darker shade of yellow and looks like its been used for a year or so (and only after one day!). Normally i would want to keep it looking new and shiny but i just don't care anymore. If this is what i have to work with than so be it.

Best accident in Spain so far. Tomorrow I attempt to sign up for free swim at the only swimming pool in Valverde. Wish me luck!