The Arrival

First of all, I would like to give major credit to my man, Joel Webb, for starting this blog for me. It was a genius idea to say the least. I am in the hotel lobby writing a little blip before I have to get some rest for practice tomorrow morning. Hmmm....where to begin. Well, I can start with my first scare of the adventure: I should have missed my flight. I went by the itinerary I received from the team, which is a no-no I soon discovered. My flight for 12:30 pm was moved up to 10:45, but fortunately it was delayed until 11:50 so I had to rush to the gate. The angels were looking over me on that one, as my mom said.
Then, I was stuck in Budapest with no one to pick me up. I was waiting around for nearly 1 1/2 hours before someone came. I called Andrea just to let her know and get some reassurance and sure enough about two minutes later the guy arrives to bring me the three hour drive to Oradea, Romania. We are actually staying just outside the city for this week in an older hotel with no internet. Therefore, me and the other American, Tyrone, got a ride to the hotel we will be staying at for the rest of the year and are sitting in the lobby using the internet. I don't know if I will be able to come back before Saturday, but I will write again then.
When I arrived I ate at the hotel restaurant with the coach and conversed with him. He seems like a good guy so I am excited/curious to see how he will be this year. He wanted me to come to practice tonight, but just rest from the long trip and watch the guys workout. That was refreshing because I was running on little sleep to be very productive. We then ate as a team after practice and that brings me to now and writing this blog. I tried to fit in as much as I could before we have to leave and I apologize for the lack of grammar and flow (I know my sister, Sara, would not be very happy about that :) Well, take care and this is me signing off for Day 1.