Still only had 9p on me, so I couldn’t do much. (There’s a lot to be said about allowing yourself to be poor.) I did a good bit of reading today, taking a big chunk out of “On Her Majesty’s Secret Service,” Ian Fleming’s excellent James Bond thriller.Then it was an afternoon highlighted by a football game (“soccer,” of course, and my first organized game in at least 5 years) on the field behind the residences, featuring a lot of English and Irish lads who’ve been playing for years, which made it interesting.
Our team won, 7-3, and while I was rusty and largely useless, I did manage a few shots on goal. The one guy on our team was Bono. That was good fun, and J.P. and I got quite a workout.
That evening, Viv and I decided to get some Chinese from Double Happiness, and had dinner in my room with a bottle of Ernest & Julio Gallo Chenin Blanc. Afterwards, I walked her back to her room, and, being Sunday, went to sleep so that I could get up for class tomorrow at 3:15 p.m.
(Pictured: St. Martin's Hall. Follow the path off the right, then make another right, and you'd be on the field where the soccer game was played.)
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