This Week In Review

It has been one long week in Scotland. It may have only been seven days, but is has felt like a long, long time.

On Tuesday night was the inter-hall badminton competition. While I do not belong to a hall, as I live in a house, a hall invited to me to play for their team. I accepted their offer and had a good few matches. We didn't win the competition, but they no longer took straight defeat, even winning a match or two. After the competition I was surprised with yet another invite, this one to play for the University's Badminton Team. I accepted this as well.

On Wednesday I went to the University's match and played some of the hardest games for me yet. The team we were playing, the Nomads, were an older but well experienced group. They tested by ability...and beat it. I lost all my matches (brutally) but had a really fun time. It was really nice to have a chance to play at a competitive level and see how far along I have come since last year. I still have a long way to go though.

Thursday night was an eventful and exciting night. My AEPi chapter decided to do a dinner and I got the opportunity to be the planner and cook. The meal I made was steamed carrots and broccoli, a puff pastry topped with carmalized onion, peppers and goat's cheese and, for the main, baked trout/salmon in a balsamic vinegar honey mustard glaze. Yum! My apologies, dear friends, for I lack photos of these. I promise, I'll try to take more while I cook.

Tonight was even crazier. My friends and I, seven of us, did a Shabbat (Friday Night) dinner. On the menu was tortilla with homemade salsa along with sauteed vegetables, guacamole, and sour cream. Wine was featured along with a lemon tart and mint chocolate Scottish ice cream. Dinner was accompanied by both political (Israel) discussion and a game brought to us by my friend M. You vote on whose is most likely to do _____ (fill in). Its really fun, but can get offensive ;)

My week ended with a nice walk home in a foggy St Andrews. I passed a man on the way who was relieving himself in a bush. As I went to walk by he spoke up and said, "Sorry, I'm not usually like this." I replied, " Don't Worry, I won't call the cops. Have a good night." He responded, surprising me by saying, "Thank you, sir."

I love the casual awkwardness of my town.

Shabbat Shalom