As a part of my birthday present to Sebastiaan we started taking tennis lessons this past weekend. We were both so excited to begin since we started to “play” a bit this summer and haven’t had a chance to pick it up again. We got up bright and early Saturday morning, donned our new workout gear and were on our way. I mapped out the route and assured Sebastiaan I knew exactly where we were going. At least I thought I did…. Once we got on the metro I realized perhaps my directions were not as reliable as I had hoped.
After about 15 minutes of trying to google our final destination we gave up, hopped in a cab and headed off with plenty of time to spare. Our cab driver, who from the start seemed to have no idea where he was taking us but refused to admit it, pulled over on the side of the road after about 15 minutes and told us the courts were around here somewhere but he could drive no further… We got out of the cab, crossed the street only to realize our lovely chauffeur had just dropped us off in the middle of the woods with no one and nothing in sight. I may or may not have verged on hysterical by this point.
After walking a mile along the highway we finally hailed another cab and made it to our lesson (only about 40 minutes late). Our teacher, who happens to be a classmate of mine, was thankfully more amused than annoyed by our tardiness. Luckily, his next student was running late too so we were still able to hit around for awhile. After a bit of a rough start we ended up having a blast (it didn’t hurt that we weren’t nearly as bad as we thought we were).
It was so nice to get out and do something different and active together. We left with a little extra spring in our step and anxious to play again soon. That evening we planned to throw a little party to celebrate Sebastiaan’s birthday and our new apartment. Although some of our guest began arriving while I was in the shower (there may have been a bit of a miscommunication about the start time), the party was an absolute success. It’s amazing how one evening with friends, family, food and drinks can make a new place really start to feel like a home. After what turned into a very late night, Sebastiaan and I spent most of the day yesterday curled up on the couch in our pjs snacking on leftovers and watching tv.