It is 9:58 PM in Cusco. I’ve been watching some Hell’s Kitchen and relaxing. Today has been a nice, calm day.
In the middle of the night last night, it was freezing. Ridiculously cold. I did something I have never done before in my life; I, who love to sleep in cool to cold temperatures, grabbed my warm North Face jacket so I could feel warmer. I went right back to sleep (though fitfully; it was freezing) and then woke up relatively late to my usual breakfast. This morning, I had play time with Baruna as we wrestled while I watched some Alabama football highlights on my computer and analyzed the NHL and NBA free agency news, including the good news of Mike Conley’s return to the Grizzlies and the addition of Chandler Parsons to a max contract. I also analyzed the very interesting situation that is developing at Wolves. There are strong rumors that Wolves are about to be bought by China’s 7th richest man, and their manager, Kenny Jackett (whom I love) will be fired and replaced by the former Porto manager Julen Lopetegui. If true, it will be positive change, but I hope they treat Jackett with respect, as he saved the club from disaster a few years ago. After this, I went on a basic run but noticed I was a little sluggish. I bought my usual Gatorade and then returned back to a delicious lunch of soup and a potato-spinach cake that reminded me of a latke. It was really good. After talking to Marianela about how I almost never get sick to my stomach, I ran to the bathroom, where I experienced my second spout of Moctezuma’s revenge this trip. I ended up going to the bathroom three times today, never truly satisfied after each session. It’s not fun. Looks like I’ll be spending a few days on the toilet. I just took some medicine about 15 minutes ago, so hopefully I can resolve this situation.
After lunch, I watched Wales vs. Belgium. It was by far the most entertaining and positive match of the Euros. I’ve really fallen in love with this Welsh side. From all their players belting out their national anthem to a loud and loyal fan base, Wales play with pure passion. They fell behind 1-0 on a wonder strike from Nainggolan, but after Ashley Williams equalized off a corner, they never looked back, winning the game 3-1 on goals from Robson-Kanu and Vokes. They are incredible to watch. I think they will wreck Portugal, even with a suspended Aaron Ramsey (Dave Edwards of Wolves, Ramsey’s natural replacement, is more than capable of picking up the slack) and actually have a chance at winning the Euros. It is an amazing feat considering they haven’t been in a major tournament since 1958, let alone been to a semifinal. I love watching them play and can consider myself a fan of theirs.
For the rest of the night, I played with Baruna and watched some Hell’s Kitchen. It’s getting cold again, so my jacket will be put on soon. Tomorrow is more of the same: relaxing, along with watching Germany vs. Italy, the two best teams left in the Euros. It should be exciting.