Since we arrived in Kuwait (and even more-so since I decided to celebrate Christmas), I have been begging Phil to take me to the ice skating rink! It's not that I am a big fan of ice skating, nor that I am exceptionally great at it - I just craved for something that was like "home". With Tim Horton's and "waiting your turn" off the option list, I knew my best chance of un-homesicking myself would be at the rink. Well, the other night, WE WENT! And although I didn't feel even close to being in Canada, the adventure sure did cheer me up!
Usually, I am one of the worst skaters on the ice - the embarrassingly old girl who doesn't know how to participate in her national past time and sticks close to the boards to avoid falling. I usually quit after five minutes, complaining of being too cold or having sore ankles. And then I go inside and hope that everyone gets bored really soon so we can have tea and be done with it. (Sidenote: Isn't it weird that I would select THIS activity as the one to bring me comfort?! Haha.)
Well - there was nothing "usual" about the other night! In fact, I still wonder if it was all a dream! Phil rated me as second best skater in the whole place and first best skater if he wasn't there! Hey Daddy - you should have seen me! I felt like a Lady Gretzky - wearing BOY skates (Ya, that's right! NO PICKS!) and looping around the rink with confidence and semi-grace! I was doing things I had never done before - lapping others, impressing young children, and giving "skating tips" to the Brits! It was a real mood-booster for me and I'm hoping this experience translates into something miraculous the next time we are skating in Canada! Watch out Clear Lake!
All bragging aside, on this night Phil and I were shown the true meaning of "friendship" as the Brits did their darnedest to ice skate with us! They laced up like good sports and smiled while attempting an activity so foreign to them. THANK YOU, BRITS! You made our night!
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