While life in the Village might be rosy, it certainly doesn’t smell like roses. Our window and door are constantly open, but somehow we can’t get rid of the stench. Of all the things they provide in the Village, matches, candles, and fans are nowhere to be found. We’ve looked. Trust me.
James and I fell asleep last night laughing about how bad the room smelled. I think the biggest reason I’ve been sleeping so well is that I just go to bed asphyxiated from the stench every night. Part of it is our training clothes, part of it is the damp West Coast humidity, and of course the great Mexican food in the dining hall helps too.
Attempting to dry clothes and shoes between workouts–a constant battle.
James can’t take all the credit for the stink in our room. I’ve been doing my part as well. At this rate, it’s going to be a long two weeks. . .
