Reunited with my soccer ball once again!

In order to bring my soccer ball to Honduras, I had to deflate it to fit it in my suitcase. Problem: I do not have a ball pump in Honduras. This means that for the past month that I have been here, my soccer ball has been lying in my closet deflated and looking absolutely pathetic. That is until yesterday. Matt Goasdone (a teacher at IST) came over to my house with his pump so I could inflate the infamous ball. I was so excited, I started pumping it up right away, completely thrilled over the idea of being able to finally use it again. But then, no joke, as soon as I finished filling it with the correct pressure (which trust me, it took awhile because I'm a stickler when it comes to inflating that ball) it started down pouring the most massive raindrops I have ever seen in my life. Sage and I had been sitting on the ledge of our balcony the whole time and as the rain started, we could barely even see the pulperia across the street anymore the rain was so thick. However, I was determined. We both sprinted out to the street, ball in tow, and stood in the rain for a while. Within seconds I was completely drenched and the streets were rushing with water, but instead of feeling the defeat that quite possibly was the only appropriate response to the situation, I just started tricking right there! It was glorious! Everyone was staring at the crazy gringa, wondering what she was doing with her soccer ball in the rain, but I didn't care - I was in my own world.

(*For those of you who have just recently met me, you are probably wondering what the big deal is about this soccer ball. For those of you who know me, you know exactly what that ball means and why this is significant!)

{ My soccer ball and boots }