Fly tomorrow to Turkey - always sad to leave our little sports oasis, but if I am going to leave, then I am glad the next stop is Istanbul.
Rainer and Devon were here for a few days and R's comment after being fried on a tennis court for 90 minutes as we giggled at his form (that backhand!!), was that a Wehlen vacation always meant pain and should not be entered into lightly.
I am a bit worried about our stats on this trip. We were here for three weeks and never, not once, went to the beach with the intention of staying and hanging out. Sure, we would go atone for whatever sins Protestants seem to think they have committed, by jumping into icy water before breakfast. But that's not the point of a beach. I would see attractive- I mean really attractive Portuguese our age, hanging out there until 7:30 or 8 pm, flirting with each others' husbands and loving life. I know because we ran into them when we were going to dinner at the beach restaurants as they were sexily coming up from the same beach.
In our defense, we had to get to bed early enough to go play tennis and look at impact crater statistics.
Meteor Crater Analysis Update from Thomas:
"The problems with the Euler transformation have been solved. We used the wrong order of matrices at first, but we have it now. Still trying to figure out angle and speed of earth impact. "
I keep asking when I should duck- that's the only thing I want to know- but they do not seem interested in answering. Reminds me of sailing as a kid with no wind, when the engine went out and a super tanker was within inches: "DO I JUMP OFF NOW POP!????"
Am close to podcast poisoning. The other day on the way to tennis, I made Frederick hold the phone and put the pod on speaker. He kept trying to tell me that this would do me no good. That we knew this already; that all this ranting was not useful. But then he heard something new and he was hooked.
How many times a week does this come on?????!!!!
But because I am not craaaazy, I am balancing the ranting anti Trump ones with new age meditations. I listen to a Deepak and or Tolle or you name it, for each one. Trouble is, this is making me late for tennis. Thomas came rushing into the room yelling WE ARE LATE!!!! yesterday, as I was deep into Deepak "Oom Shanti Shanti" And because I had obviously not absorbed any of the message of this whole earth-thing-is-an-illusion-blaring in my ear, I sat up straight: OH SHIT!!! I'll get the rackets, you get the low sugar Portuguese Gatorade !!!!!!!!!!!
What, disease we have exactly is not clear. Who gives a shit if the tennis teacher has to wait?
Love our teacher. His name is Roque and he is ours. We have known him for years, and he is the most beautiful player. Also he is very easy on the eyes, but he does not seem to know it.
It's an old friend's birthday today, and I love my friends' birthdays- (as you all painfully know). It's so nice to have an official reason to stop and just eat some damn cake. Tell people you love them-
Then forget the rest.
So next stop Mediterranean. Thomas has his swim goggles packed; Frederick has his lap top charged; I have earphones cleaned.
Oh!!! i forgot to tell you, I SIGNED us up for the grand canyon 8 day camping trip in May (!!!!!!!) At first I was euphoric. Me and Professor Knaut and a bunch of nerds from Germany looking at the rocks and stars. But now I am panicked. I saw a film of what it is like and it was like a Japanese reality show where people are doused in water until they give up. Then I read the most horrible words I have ever read: highly recommended that women wear bikinis - to make the trips to the "bathroom" easier. Except there is NO "bathroom".
Will anyone come with???? I'll throw in a trip to the Aman after...?
LOVE you guys. Today and everyday.
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