Bowling

On Friday night we went bowling. Chris has made a group of friends at school. One of the girls, Valeria, had a birthday on Thursday and wanted the group to come out and celebrate with her. We met at the bowling ally in Malmö. It was pretty rainy, but luckily the bus stop was very close to where we were headed.

 

It was downstairs. When we went in the door, and before we could go downstairs, we had to leave our coats at the coat check. I like the idea of coat checks, but I'm pretty sure I have never been anywhere that had one, and I know I've never been to a bowling ally with one. The place was really nice. It had a lot of lanes and was set up quite well.

There were 6 couples and 8 countries represented; Russia, Macedonia, Ukraine, Sweden, Iceland, Ireland, Sudan and, of course, the US. We played girls on one lane and guys on another.

 

 

When Valeria had first asked the group if they wanted to go bowling, Chris had said, "I left my bowling shoes in the States." As he said that, he just happened to be pushing up his sleeves. They all thought he must be a professional and was super serious about bowling. He spent some time trying to tell them he was just kidding. Humor is one thing that is hard to cross the language barrier. However the myth of Chris being an awesome bowler was perpetuated by the fact that he rolled a strike on his first frame! Actually I did too, so they were all impressed with our bowling skills. We have no idea what happened, because we don't bowl. In the end Chris and I both came in second in our groups! and we both broke 100, so that's something.

 

 

After bowling we headed across the street for some dinner, we were all starving. Malmö is very urban and there are restaurants all over, so we had a lot of choices. To satisfy all tastes in the crowd, we decided on a pizza and kebab place. We went American style. There was a single and a family. Clearly we ordered family.

 

 

 

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