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Thursday, April 8, 2010

"Thoughts I couldn't flesh out into full entries"

Here are a few things that sum up my life in the last couple of days:

--My host dad told me it was inconvenient that I was living with him and that his wife can't be bothered to cook me lunch. So there's that. I'm going to tell him to shove it where the sun don't shine and then I'm going to pack my bags.

--Why? WHY? Do I insist on looking down into the outhouse with my flashlight every time I go in there at night? What do I think I'm going to find? Roses?

--There's a 16 year old girl in my community 8 mo. preggers. And she's married. And she takes care of her own house. WTF was I doing at age 16? Complaining to my mom, probably, about not liking what she made for dinner. I definitely wasn't mature/responsible enough to cook my own dinner, let alone dinner for a husband!

--A cow strolled right through my house today while I was reading in my hammock. I didn't even shoo it away, I was so stunned.

--I spent an hour in the back of a truck yesterday driving through the jungle in the pouring rain. Completely unprepared. Before I left for town I asked my host dad if he thought it was going to rain and should I bring my raincoat. He assured me it wasn't going to (salvos can pretty much tell you the exact time it's going to rain by looking at the sky). 10 minutes later we're in the truck heading to town and he says to me, "oh, Yordan, you didn't bring your rain coat and it's definitely going to rain. Que lastima."

--An ice cold Salva Cola is the next best thing to a fountain diet coke.

--I've finished 20 houses for my census.

--Currently, there's a candle burning in my house in front of the virgin of guadalupe that's being stored in here. Some sort of offering that I didn't bother to listen to when the girl that came in here made it. It's still burning 5 hours later and I can't decide whether I should blow it out before I go to sleep, or just let it die out?

--Tomorrow I'm waking up at 5 to help kill a calf. And then I'm going to prepare the carne for a wedding on Saturday (have I mentioned I haven't had meat in 2 weeks now and I'm way too excited to kill this cow??)

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