No Hay Paraiso

You would think that for a bunch of guys who proclaim to love sports, the Olympics would be one of the biggest attractions. It is for me, but not so much for the other guys in the dorm. Instead of watching Michael Phelps run for the record of eight goals (or rather, swim), these guys watch reruns of Prison Break, Terminator, and the busty novella (Spanish soap opera) Sin Senos No Hay Paraiso
( Spanish for "without breasts there is no paradise".) Sin senos has been on for the past two months and cannot be overturned from its 9:00 spot because the guys go gaga over the females who play the prostitute protagonists. It's a stupid show if you ask me: terrible acting and story. I just stay on my bunk.



I would rather see records fall than silly Spanish shows. Hopefully I can catch the highlights in the morning. But even those aren't the same as watching in real-time as the action unfolds, rooting the athletes on with excitement jackhammering in your chest when it all comes down to the wire. The once-every-four-years events and history-making performances are a meaningful break from the otherwise monotonous prison life.