They make us coffee, and give us this delicious pastry for breakfastThe ulta-modern clubhouse - our living room
Im not sure what Varta was doing behind the bar
Hitting on the "quick" surface this morning
The club closes from 1-4 pm because its too hot to play. We joke that the club goes into "sleep mode" but we have just been staying on the back patio chillin cuz perpignan is kinda wierd
One of our foul lunch creations
Varta hitting on the only true hard court here - "green set" they call it
Today both Varta and CMG are in the semi-finals of the Perpignan tournament. We both won our quarterfinal matches late last night in some furiously wicked winds. Chairs were flying around the courts, and the balls flew threw the air more like frisbee's.
Varta's opponent was smoking a cigarette up until the moment they stepped on the court, and had the highest number of drop-shot attempts either of us have ever seen. Drop-shot return, drop-shot volley, drop-shot overhead, i mean, the guy loved the dropshot more than Ortiz after he came back from Spain. Varta won 6-3, 6-4.
Colin's opponent was a very strange guy, and was basically totally dependent on his forehand. Colin was up early in the first set and had two sets points at 5-4, up 40-15. At 40-15 a gust of wind came and took an easy overhead into a twirling ball of doom. The wind picked up so hard, it blew Colin's hat off. He ended up losing the first set, 7-5. He was pretty upset, and determined not to lose to his opponent, who was very pudgy and resembled Harry Potter's step-brother. Colin won easily in the second 6-0, and 6-3 in the third.
Today we play at 6 pm. Colin has a rematch with the Argentian guy who beat him at Port Vendres and Varta doesnt know his opponent. Let go Cruz!
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