Soccer
So for those of you who don’t really know me, here is something you should know. I love soccer. It has been a struggle over here to play, as there are no grass fields only concrete. Nevertheless there have been time we have had the chance to play, but of course I would prefer playing all the time if I had the option. I can’t explain why I have such a fetish for soccer, but I just love it. I think it is partly because I can actually do well with it, I am not pro by any means, but I am much better at it than anything that has to do with hand/eye coordination. To prove my point, the other week I was playing soccer on a video game, lets just say I am going to keep with the real deal rather than the fake version on the big screen. Although, I could have gotten MVP for the other team. Anyway this is a pointless blog entry, but I thought would share about my love for soccer.

Snowball Fight
White flakes of crystal are falling all around, swirling to the ground landing softly creating a beautiful blanket of white. Coldness accompanies the beauty surrounding me, yet I am so captivated that nothing can keep me from it. Therefore I go running out into the field of snow a foot and a half deep. My legs are shocked as the ice touches and stings them. How I whish I had brought my snow pants from home. Still the overwhelming desire to play in the winter wonderland beckons my heart to continue on no matter the discomfort. Others join in the adventure, trudging out.
Suddenly snow is airborne and coming towards my face, the war is on. Oh the joys of childhood, a snowball fight has erupted. All the cares of the world are gone, for a moment nothing matters other than running from the snow soaring across the grey sky. I can hardly pack the snow fast enough to defend myself. Laughter reigns out and shatters the silence of the falling moisture. What pure joy is here and the essence of life as a group of twenty-ish year olds run about enjoying the exquisiteness of God’s remarkable creation.

Happy New Year Everyone!
Well today is my birthday!! I can hardly believe it...I am 23 years old, but I still feel like a 12-year-old waiting for life to begin. Nevertheless I can't change the fact that I am now half way to the half waypoint of my twenties!!! Ahhh!
So the day has been pleasant I went to bed at 4am after going sledding and having a snowball fight at a park in Zagreb, which is the capital of Croatia. I got up at 10am, by 2pm we made it to Brooks house for "breakfast,” It consisted of delicious waffles, The rest of the day was just hanging out, playing the game "Bang" (if you haven't ever played it is a must), Watching movies...So overall the day was great...23...23!!!