Country girl in the city.

Just made my first city trip with some amigas. It´s been great to touch base with them. And to eat fruit. And to pee in the middle of the night without making the muddy trip to the latrine. The shock is there. I cried when I took a hot shower. well, it had been an emotional two weeks anyway. and crossing the street poses all sorts of challanges that I haven´t delt with in, well, months. But I am sure the real culture shock comes when how you live in site becomes normal. Regardless, Kate and I found oursleves rendered useless in the supermarket with so many choices.

During the past two weeks I´ve continued to restle with inner demons, and I think I´m championing them until I get hit with a day when I don´t have anything to do. THen I go a bit crazy, but it passes. And it´s really good for me.

I have since planted a secound school seed bed, hopefully this one does better. To do better only 4 seedlings need to come up. My standards are lowering. My plants in my garden continue to rot, leading my host family to believe that all gringos talk to plants, no, PLEAD with plants.

I´ve been stood up more than I´ve been met up with recently. But thats normal, so I stood up my English class the other evening when it was raining. I felt pretty guilty, but only until it turned out that no one came either. Looks as though I´m getting the hang of things.

My host brothers took me to harvest corn severel days ago. Again I was struck by the amount of effort put forward to even produce minimal amounts of food. the ears of corn are small and white. I can´t help but wonder if the caloric output need to produce food is is greater than obtained through eating it.

I miss you all so much! I´ve been reliving alot of old memories lately, and alot of you waltz through my dreams in really unexpected ways... keep doing it! I like seeing you!