Well writing my paper is so not going to happen tonight, so I guess I'll write here. Shall we?
I step out onto the wet pavement shutting the gate behind. With a shout of "chao" and "hasta luego" to la familia I pop my ear buds in, ready for day. The music of the day will set the tempo for the two mile walk to school. I could take the bus, but I haven't in nearly over a month. It never rains in the morning, and I could use the excercise; I walk home too if I can beat the rain.
This morning's walk is a little tougher than the rest: over the shoulder I'm hauling the tent from this weekend and my heels bear evidence of blisters from hiking soaking wet through the rainforest of Rincon de la Vieja. My legs bear bruises as evidence of sleeping on pavement (we chose pavement over a second night in the rain with a leaky tent).
Spent the day researching about calypso for a paper due Wednesday, spending the night doing more research. Would rather be here --->.
Finally read Wuthering Heights as well as a book called Everything Must Change; something about the social revolution that this world could use. Both were eye openers; I wish Heathcliff and Catherine could have treated each other with patience and tolerance, and I wish the same for humanity.
Somewhere over dinner la familia says something along the lines that my Spanish has improved bastante. I crack off that I only pretend to understand them. They understand that my rants and threats are meaningless, I've told them dozens of times that I'm writing on my family review that I live with a bunch of crazies.
Someone reminded me today that Thanksgiving is coming. Now if I can find me some pumpkin pie filling...
Tomorrow I'm going on a field trip to learn about coffee. I promised my host mother I'd eat a pound of coffee before I returned to the house. Vamos a ver.
This is what happens when your tent has a whole in the bottom of it.
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