Sunday, July 13, 2008
First Weekend
So what did I do this weekend...lets work backwards. Now im at the school doing random stuff on the computer. Earlier I took a nap and played with Camila, the 4 year old, and ate lunch. Before that Jill, Amy, Jake and I were at the big mall getting me a camera charger and to fix my phone since it wouldnt send messages to the states. its so gay, so when you buy 100Q of minutes, you can get up to 400Q worth total, but the first 100 are used first and are the only ones i can use to text the states...the promotional minutes can only be used for texting here and calling...and yes, jill and i found this all out in spanish by ourselves! This morning, my mama woke me up for breakfast at 9, which she usually doesnt wake me up but i think she felt bad because last night i came home for dinner and waited and waited and no dinner, no familia...apparently she left a note in the kitchen for me which i didnt see because i never go in the kitchen...duh. so she woke me up and fed me plenty cereal and luke warm milk. i had to explain to my teacher friday that warm milk is nasty to us because we keep it really cold and if its warm we think or it as expired...i also explained to her that we have dogs and cats as pets...she didnt understand, they only have parakeets as pets here really...and they never come out of the cage. its getting colder now. its been a great beautiful day, and my forehead is burnt. ok, so after breakfast, i had allergies for whatever reason and i had to meet those kids to go RUNNING...barf i hate running. so we went and ran and did some jumping (squat, tuck, split, 3x15 each and other stuff)...it was good, and im going to be so sore tomorrow. i think my body was shocked that i was working out since i havent much cause the rest of the day i was exhausted and felt like shit. did i mention that the beer here makes your poop black?!! Its really odd. anyway, saturday i slept in, glorious, then we all went to a cafe and studied most of the day, pizza for lunch, then jill and i went to get flowers by the cemetary...only place we have found that sells them...and got a huge beautiful bundle for 35Q, im sure we could have bargained but it was worth way over $4 so whatever, and i hate doing that anyway. then back to the casa for no dinner, then out to salun tecum for drinks, then a DRAG SHOW. hahaaaa, theres this magazine here called Xela Who which has all events in it, and it just so happens that every saturday night there is a drag show here...so we went and it was hilarious, the whole 10 minutes it was on. but after that a swarm of gay guatemalan men so we left...actually more like got kicked out cause there were like 4 cop cars, no idea what was going on. that gay bar had the fucking nastiest toliet ever...god. then to another bar that Ruccis host brother knows of that we could stay at until 3, so we did, and spent most of our time listening to the craziest story ever. we met this guy who is 21 at the first bar, king and queens, who left home at 15, has been homeless 3 times, almost has died 4 times, when he left when he was 15 he didnt tell his parents where he was going nor told them for how long and the only way they knew he was alive was because they tracked his passport. hes been addicted to heroine a few times, and made his living in most of the countries hes livedin by selling drugs. it was a crazy story, and im sure you all think he was just bullshitting, but i sense he wasnt at all. another random note, the cops here dont carry cute little guns, they carry gigantic shotguns, and they stand outside banks like if you even try to do something stupid, theyll blow your brains out. no stunning here, just immediate messy death. i bet some people would eat you afterwards too. so weird, i smile at the cops. im starting to get sick of breathing exhaust, it really sucks and kinda pisses me off at times because i cant get a full good breath of fresh air. im also sick of small talk, and my brain goes blank when i try talking under pressure, like at the table...it sucks, i stutter and shit. i can talk pretty well when im with 1 or 2 other people and not eating. and i can understand a lot. i lack the little words in sentances and put it together, prepositions really. do you like it how my blogs are random thoughts. and i think this whole plantain commenting is wrong, arent plantains small? platanos are huge, and here bananas are small, i think theyre just confused here. anyway, cooked big bananas are gross. i havent had one since then though or the fish soup, luckily. i cant wait until i can actually converse with my family, so they know i actually have thoughts going on, though im sure they know that and are used to peoples speaking picking up over time...poco a poco they always say, everyone says, i like that a lot. i dont think i mentioned that one of the guys in the group showers by the family putting water on the stove, then dumping it into a tub in the bathroom, and he has to use a cup to scoop water onto himself to bathe...poor kid. i accidentally mentioned it to the director because i figured she knew, everyone knows, and it turns out that is not acceptable. like they asked every family about having a warm shower and this one lied about it, i mean its warm he says, but scooping it onto yourself? looks like another guatemalan family doing what they can to get by, even if it takes housing someone and lieing about the accomodations for money. not sure what the director will do about this one. i got really lucky, my house is modern, the food is great, the water is hot. anyway, i am going home now, its 630 and i have been on this computer for a while so, hasta luego!
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Jeez.
banana, meet plantain. plantain, banana.
http://botany.cs.tamu.edu/FLORA/dcs420/mi05/mi05094.jpg
http://grabemsnacks.com/what-is-a-plantain.html
http://www.unctad.org/infocomm/anglais/banana/characteristics.htm
look how much you're learning, and it's only the first week. now, about that warm milk...
That is disconcerning seeing the guards with assault weapons isn't it? Every gas station in Venezuela had a guy with a sawed off shotgun. But he was just security, not police. Guards at banks generally had machine guns. And when we reached a check point it was freaky because it was about a dozen dudes armed to the teeth.
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