The epic failures of my daily life.

Since I am pretty sure I will become addicted to this blog, I might as well open up a little. If you ask any of friends, they will tell you that I am one of the clumsiest, most forgetful, and most awkward people you will ever meet. My friend Leah calls me a "scatter-brain." This probably has something to do with the fact that I am constantly trying to juggle a million things at once (metaphorically) that I end up dropping some of them (not metaphorically). I might be exaggerating somewhat but I seriously do make a fool out of myself every day. This summer I was even considering making a blog where I could confess the many failures I encounter every day. I might still follow through with that.
It is impossible to describe only one of my many mishaps, but as a funny example, I will tell you about my paella spill in Spain. I was in Spain for a pilgrimage called World Youth Day (2 million Catholics from all over the world partying it up with the Pope...minus the partying). One of the days we were in Valencia, and the town decided to cook a MASSIVE pot of paella (like the size of Ms. Prokott's classroom) and gave each WYD participant a plate. As my group and I were walking back to our eating spot, we had to walk in front of groups of people from all over the world. It was a huge grassy area and there were Germans, Italians, Egyptians, Chileans, Russians, Brazilians, basically any country you could think of, all sitting around eating Paella. It was very picturesque, I must admit. There I was, walking with my precious plate of famous Paella, so excited to finally have something to eat that wasn't salami sandwiches and tuna salad (that was all they fed us at the church we were staying). You can imagine where this is going. The next thing I know, I trip slightly and my entire plate of paella goes falling to the ground, in front of the huge crowd of people. I was hoping that nobody noticed but soon enough, I hear a unanimous "Ohhhhhhhhhh....." from all the foreigners trying to hold back their laughter. This experience taught me two things: I am a lost cause when it comes to poise and holding any type of food, and embarrassing moments can break through any cultural and language barriers. Even though those people couldn't speak my language, they knew exactly how to react to me making a fool out of myself. Well, there's more where that came from. Until next time, make sure to stay away from me when I am holding my tray at lunch.