Burro-Polo

For those of you that have doubted just how rural Rota is, this post is for you. Until some of you state side folks come and visit me and I drive you through areas that closely resemble Soledad, Greenfield, or San Juan Bautista let me use burro-polo as my supporting evidence on just how rural Rota really is...

Yes burro, as in donkey.
Yes polo, as in the team sport played on horse back with mallets and a ball.

Are you really imaginging what I'm talking about?

Two 3 person teams, each member riding a donkey, holding a push broom in one hand, and the reigns in the other.

Competitive adults riding stubborn jack asses trying to get him moving, while juggling ropes and a broom AND figuring out where the Dora the Explorer ball is to hit it into the tiny goal...without falling.

So in water polo all I had to do was stay above water, which is why it should be no surprise that my one and only goal of "do not fall off" was violated within 5 minutes of being on that stubborn gray spotted animal. He was in no mood to move 2 inches closer to the ball in the dirt and well, most of you know my competitive nature so I had to trust my balance and well, there's another reason I'm back in gym mode. 

So no, team Charlie's Angels did not have a win tonight but we were looking like a team by our second game almost running plays. Yeah, that's a gross exaggeration, but we weren't dropping our brooms as much and there were a few fast breaks in which 3+ donkeys basically squished our legs together as they insisted walking side by side to opposite side of the playing field. Give us a little more time and perhaps some more tinto and I see a title in our future, especially if I convince the coworkers we need to get out there and play!