Thursday, June 21, 2007

sweater vests and meat pastries

In the interest of oversharing: some months I am just so happy to get my period. It means I can rationalize any inexplicable depression or crying for the preceding days. I am not a complete and utter freak...I am a woman! Hooray!

Haven´t thought through what I want to write today. I haven´t even written in my journal for months. I think I was going to enumerate more things I like (burros), don´t like (talking about the weather, unreliability), and am no longer amused by (people who can only say "good morning beautiful" in English and insist on saying it whatever time of day it is).

Also, I´ve decided that I want to be an old Bolivian man when I grow up. I will be slightly slouched. I will wear a sweater vest AND a cardigan. and I will sit around in the plaza talking to other old, sweater-vest-wearing men. If only they played chess or dominoes.

News: I´ve moved houses. Now I have a much smaller room with a hot shower and some very cool neighbors and a dog. I do not have men throwing rocks at my windows in the middle of the night anymore. Nor do I have a creepy old man neighbor who watches porn.
Also, I´ve been suckered into teaching English twice a week to the Pastor´s kids in exchange for lunch and cakes. The cakes part was a joke (y´know..church ladies...cakes...no?) but I´m afraid that they might actually make some for me.

Also, also, I´ve met some cool new people who are trying to sucker me into making puppets with one of the youth groups. I might be willing to do so but in the meantime it´s nice to expand my circle of buddies. In addition, several of my "students" now say hi to me in the streets and that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy adentro.

At the same time as my social schedule is expanding (I´ve also apparently been scheduled for a date with a semi-coworker), last night I had my first night alone in days. It was splendiferous. Ah to be an American who enjoys her me time.

I have had a wicked cold for three weeks now. Who gnu a body could have so much mucus?

Now off to the vivero to meet with the viverista who won´t be there because he never is. It´s a long uphill walk everyday for nothing.




But first! the empanada guy is here! I love the empanada guy! He is so friendly! And he comes bearing empanadas!

No comments:

Whidbey Island New Years Eve bash

On the morning of our New Years Eve visit to Whidbey Island, my friend texted, “Are you sure you still want to go? It’s going to rain.” But ...