Sunday: Today was our rest day..but we still had training in the afternoon. I got up as late as possible to still catch breakfast at 10:15 before it closed. I get an omelet every morning, they are so good here! So is the coffee. The girls actually wanted to sit by the pool with me, which for them means sitting under an umbrella and chatting. Apparently they don't go in the sun! But they made a spot for me to sit where I could at least somewhat catch a little sun tan. I showed them some pictures on my computer and of course showed them this blog..they cracked up at everything I say on this (because it is about my honest thoughts!). After about 30 minutes, yes just 30 minutes they had enough and left me at the pool, but I was okay with it. We had training at 2:30 at the American University Sharjah. I learned that they speak only english here and by the looks of the inside of some of the buildings it is very "Americanized". So it kind of felt like home. The gym was so nice (per usual here haha) and we just did some hitting and some serve and pass. The girls kind of stroll in late to practices, which is very new for me, but I don't mind that they are so laid back and relaxed here!
The outside of the AUS Sports Complex
After each practice we have to get on the sideline and face towards the bench and the coach. The coach talks to us about the practice and then told us that we have to be in bed by 10pm because our match the next day is very important. After, Sam, the captain looks at us and says a chant "Kaptin!" and we respond with "Shukran!" which means thank you- their way of thanking the coaches I have figured out..that ends practice.
The rest of the day was spent watching a few movies at the hotel, reading and just relaxing (they do a lot of that here..) Kaptin Amina bought us dinner in one of the girls rooms, which was typical Iranian food..meat, chicken (there is a difference between the two here!) and rice. Which by the way...they sit on the floor and eat the rice with their hands! I kind of feel like vomiting when I watch it, and it is really the only thing I refuse to do here. I will sit on the floor and eat with a fork, but everyone digging out of the same rice plate...gross. I am pretty sure my mom would have to leave the room because she would be so grossed out. haha. Tomorrow we have a huge match against Bahrain to be 1st in our pool! Go Club Ajman!!
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