Like newborn gazelles, we hit the ground running...and never looked back.
After a tense seven hour flight from Dulles International Airport, a large majority of the gang stumbled wearily off the plane and into the unknown...the mysterious playground known as Brussels International Airport. With carry-on luggage in tow, we all exited like lab mice trying to find a way out of a never-ending maze. After going through customs, we exited into one of the main wings of the airport and were greeted by an eagerly awaiting group: Dr. Roof and Adele, Dr. Wright and Coach, and, of course, the lovely Joyce Guthrie.
After we said our hellos, I remember my first interaction with Coach (who I had stupidly thought was Alex Hauter). It went something like this:
Me: "Hey, are you Alex?"
Coach: "No, I'm not Alex" (no pause), "Why, should I be Alex?" "Who's Alex?"
At this point I remember thinking, "wow, either this guy's had too much coffee or he's got a screw loose." Nonetheless, I managed to say something like "Oh...I thought you were Alex Hauter." To this Coach responded something like "Nope, not Alex...sorry to disappoint...he's back in Antwerp holding down the fort."
I slyly sauntered away, not realizing that this was Coach at his finest...no coffee, no screws loose, just plain old Coach doing what he does. Similar episodes would play out throughout our three months. Please add your favorite coach moments so we all may remember this ethereal creature.
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