April was probably the worst month of my entire life. I have never been so miserable as I was in April, but I made it through, and celebrated my first five weeks in site by going to San Salvador with some of my new PCV amigos!
Let me just tell you how much fun I had. I called my mom one afternoon and she said to me, "Omg, it sounds like you're having so much fun. It's so nice to hear you laugh again." I spent three days in the capital with my friends Pablo, Sam, Mallory, Alex, Megan, Adrianne and Andrew. We spent the weekend telling our horror stories and drinking beers. My theme for the weekend was "I've got five weeks to forget and only 3 days to do it!"
It was so nice to commiserate with people, and it's comforting to know that I'm not the only one that is struggle city these days. It was also nice to sit in bed watching CNN all day Saturday with everyone while eating delivery pizza hut. I took about 7 showers over the weekend, and my feet were clean for once. I got to shave my legs! I drank fountain soda. The Sheraton pool Sunday was the bomb.com, and life was even sweeter when we decided to book a room at the Sheraton for Sunday night! I've never slept in a more comfortable bed! We had cable tv, soft pillows, air conditioning and and an ice machine! God I miss ice.
I feel a little lost right now not getting constant updates from Don Lemon about the crisis in the gulf. And watching "teen mom" on MTV made me realize that yeah, life's been rough these past 6 weeks, but at least I'm not a white trash teenage mom! San Salv was the perfect mental health weekend and it was desperately needed.
It wasn't real life, but it was a great escape from the reality that is my life in the campo as a PCV.
Anyway, on the agenda for this week is English classes (we're learning some numbers and the days of the week) and finishing up my census. My boss is coming out here next week and I have to give a big presentation to the community about myself and about the results of the census. Hopefully that will keep me busy and distracted for a little while!
OH! And I maybe got a dog? My host mom brought a puppy back from the pueblo a couple days ago and yesterday (two days later...) someone comes in and tells me it's my dog. But they've already named it and they keep it in their house. Their kids are attached to it already, so I may just take a few pics of it and leave it here when I finally move. We'll see. He's cute as a button though! I loaded a few pics of him on facebook so check them out!
Miss you all!
salu pues!
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