Summer's here

It’s summer already.  Tia and Sasha have finished the last day of their Spanish schooling, and are relishing in sleeping until noon and staying up until 2 am.  We let them, as this Spanish schedule does not seem to hurt them (as long as they get their chores done!). 

A couple of visitors came through in June:  my aunt Andrea from Germany came in for a week and helped me learn about the vegan lifestyle and various alternatives to dealing with menopause.  She is a medically trained naturopathic doctor who is a wealth of information about what you can do if you don’t want to go down the pharmaceutical path!  Very interesting.

Into the pool--it's summer!

We took Andrea out to my friends Maribel and Javier’s little house on the island of Culetra off of the southern Portuguese coast.  The only way to get here is by boat, so there are no cars or streets, just little footpaths through the sandy soil.  It’s like stepping back 70 years in the past, and we loved digging for blaentera at low tide, which Javier then steamed with garlic.  Delicious. 

In front of Maribel's house

To finish off the month, we organized the third annual Vale That concert at TK3 for Noche de San Juan.  Having learned in the previous two years that my kids are much happier with me if we stop playing by 11:30 pm so we can all walk backwards into the ocean at midnight to wash away our sins, we reworked the setlist to end on time and to accommodate drummer Pedro’s barbershop-business schedule.  The volume, however, was way too loud despite my best efforts to get the sound guy to bring it down, and I was happy to get off stage and jump into the water by midnight!

Rockin' TK3

Our friend Sonali came out to visit again with her daughter Acacia.  We hiked the Caminito del Rey with them, an impressive gorge with a reputation of extreme danger due to the rickety and unguarded footpath carved into the cliffside.  After several people fell to their deaths, the Spanish government closed it and completely rebuilt the trail, installing a wood boardwalk and acrylic panels at intervals so you could give yourself vertigo looking down at the rushing water 100 meters below.  We relaxed, swimming in the nearby reservoir after lunch.   Check:  one more thing seen as our time winds down here!

Fabulous

The Croquet Match, Spanish Edition

Alice playing croquet with flamingos and hedgehogs

Todd and I attended St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland.  That’s where we met more than 30 years ago (how could that be??) and started an intense and somewhat volatile relationship that has managed to weather many storms. 

Todd and Steph cerca 1988

Todd and Steph, Christmas 2015, nearly 30 years later

It is funny that Todd is in the Navy, coming from St. John’s.  The NAV is full of former midshipmen who attended the Naval Academy, right across the street in Annapolis.  When they learn that Todd went to St. John’s, they can’t believe that a Johnnie would do something like join the Navy. 

Who is this Johnnie and what is he doing?

How did a nice wild Johnnie turn out to be a straightlaced Naval Officer?

Maybe that’s because their closest experiences with St. John’s is either through meeting the wild girls who are not subject to the Naval Academy’s strict regulations (I know of a Johnnie who regularly seduced middies and kept a part of their uniform as a souvenir—rumor has it that over time she collected the entire uniform, bit by bit), or attending the annual Croquet Match between St. John’s and USNA. 

Middies in formation.  Those uniforms ARE tempting!

Why croquet?  Back in 1982, a freshman named Kevin Heyburn was at some sort of function, chatting with the commandant of the Naval Academy.  “You guys might be smart,” the commandant was rumored to have said.  “But we can beat you in any sport, easy.”  “What about croquet?” asked Kevin.  And the challenge was on.

St. John's back campus...oh, such memories...

Croquet is hilarious.  You have these silly awkward wooden clubs, which you can use like in golf, or swing between your legs for better aim (my preference).  You have to knock a wooden ball about the size of a grapefruit through little wire wickets.  The best is that if you hit another player’s ball, you can put your ball right next to theirs, step hard on your ball, give it a good whack, and send your opponent’s ball flying down the field far away from where they want to be. 

Silence please...we need to concentrate here....

So when we landed here in Spain up at the Rota Naval Base, a number of the sailors happened to have attended the Naval Academy, including CO Greg Pekari, Mike Carsley (of Mike and Ana—he was smart to marry an española), and the XO of the hospital Todd Wagner.  I realized that they had been secretly yearning to play St. John’s in croquet and hand down a resounding defeat—after all, in the 34 matchups between USNA and St. John’s, Navy has won just 7 times. 

This year's St. John's team and 2016 champions....again....

It just so happens that for whatever reason, the Spanish like croquet, too.  Costa Ballena Golf Club has a lovely croquet field, complete with a bar and spectator seats, so we booked June 11th and announced the 1st annual Cádiz Croquet Cup Championship:  USNA vs. St. John’s.  Since there were only Todd and me, I claimed the entire Spanish Navy for our side.  

St.John's/Spain on the left, Navy on the right

Todd was the bullrilla for the Spanish St. John's side

We were joined by my brother David Ressman, who had attended St. John’s for a year in Santa Fe before transferring to the University of Chicago.  He and my sister-in-law Jennifer happened to be visiting us just in time to play in the Cádiz Cup Championship.

Watching the game.  Where are Jennifer and David??

The day dawned sunny and warm, and the St. John’s side had a clear advantage, as the Navy players had attended a fancy banquet the night before (hangovers don’t help swing clubs).   With 10 players on each side, 5 games of 4 players (2 from each side) were organized, with a time limit of 30 minutes, and game on!

Gorgeous weather, perfect field, a bar, and spectators.  What more could you ask for?

Todd and I crushed Navy in the first game, 12 to 8, even though I dug my mallet into the turf several times trying to send my opponent flying.  Mati and Ignacio strategized and bickered, but hung in there with a tie 12-12 score.  

Navy looking worried

David and Jennifer sent several balls out-of-bounds, and turned in a respectable 11-12 near-win.  Javier and Maribel won the “best-dressed” award for our side, perfectly turned out in whites and panama hats, and beat Navy by two points, 12 to 10. 

Best-dressed by far

So when Manu and Nuria, who have never played this crazy game, were up to play last, Manu whispered to me, “All we need are 8 wickets.  Then we’ve won!   And sure enough, with enough luck and missed shots, Manu and Nuria hung in there to clinch the title, 57 to 55.  St. John’s wins the first Cádiz Cup!! 

Ole ole y ole!

Then the next challenge was issued:  Seeing that all Johnnies were departing (David the following week, and Todd and I in September), the USNA officially challenged the Spanish Navy to a rematch next year, and Ignacio (Capitán de la Armada Española) solemnly accepted the challenge.  Hmmm…we may just have to fly in next year to play….

USNA looking good and ready for a rematch