Some Days Just Fail

Some days just don't work out how you plan them. For example, today, I was supposed to begin my training to become a legendary boxer. I thought there were two sessions this morning. Because champions are lazy, I chose to attend the later class. Unfortunately, the later class did not exist. Instead I took a look around the gym.

I'm not quite sure what I was expecting. When they say boxing gym, they mean it. The first floor was full of weights and things, and looked like a typical gym. Everyone in it was sculpted like Apollo Creed, but other than that, it was a typical gym. The second floor however was a horse of a different color. There were a few rings, some mats, punching bags, and the like. I did not however, expect to find any women boxing. Woman is generous; this chick had an adam's apple the size of my balls. She started yelling at me about something but my Spanish leaves me when I fear that I'm in danger of getting beat up by a girl. In other words, the boxing gym intimidated the hell out of me.

At the end of my day, I was supposed to join a Spanish club where I would be paired with a Spaniard who wants to learn English. Once a week we would meet and help each other learn our respective languages. Unfortunately, there were 50 Americans and only 10 Spaniards. I guess I'll try again tomorrow. Some days just fail.

When I Say Terrified, I Mean Terrified

Tuesday will be a changing day in my life. For some time now I've been thinking of following in the footsteps my idol, Mr. Floyd Mayweather Jr. and picking up the sweet science. Watching Cutty train the kids on The Wire only piqued my interest. Sadly, Bloomington does not have a boxing gym. Barcelona, however, does. The gym is also in running distance to my house. I'm pumped. I'm gonna float like a butterfly, and sting like a bee.

At any rate, yesterday, Morris and I engaged in some terrifying activity. We finally bit the bullet and visited La Sagrada Familia. Construction began in 1881 and if they're lucky it will be done in 30-40 years. I doubt it. The church is beautiful, there are a million sculptures and each wall is intricate. The church is famous for its bell towers that are the highlight of the Barcelona skyline. For a few euros, tourists may take an elevator 65 meters into the air, near the top of the towers. Big mistake.

The towers are quite narrow and feel like the wind will topple them at any moment. They're pure stone; only an idiot would feel insecure in them. I'm that idiot. If the heights weren't bad enough, we chose to take the stairs down. Once again, big mistake. The staircase is one giant spiral that you can look straight down the middle of. I really wanted to sit on the steps and scoot down backward like a toddler. I'd have taken pictures, but there are no lights.

The way down is dark, cold, drafty, cramped, and high in the sky. A few snakes and spiders would put the fright factor over the top. Feet safely on the ground, Matt and I agreed that although worth doing, we won't rush back to the top of La Sagrada Familia.

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