Dia Cinco

Yesterday was rather uneventful. We had to be at FLACSO at 8:45 instead of 9:45 for whatever reason. My group spent the first couple hours creating a PowerPoint presentation to present to the other groups what we did on our walking tour. I had little input because I wasn’t paying attention to the tour guide. But I looked up a couple things on the Internet for the others. I talked my way out of speaking during the presentation… but in retrospect, I probably would have done fine. Then we presented along with the other groups. After that, I had about four hours for lunch because I had to wait for my assigned slot to do my one on one oral exam. I walked around with some other girls for a while before we had lunch. Then I took the bus back home to see if Sebi was around to help me hook up to the internet, but he wasn’t. Nor was anyone else for that matter. So I hung out for a while before going back to FLACSO for my exam. It went pretty well. The examiner was really easy to understand and that was heartening. I returned to the house at about 5:30. No one was home. My closet was finally fixed though so I put all my clothes away and organized my room. Then all of a sudden my internet hooked up to one of the wireless signal that I sometimes get in my room, and suddenly I could talk to Royce on the internet… of course it only lasted a couple minutes, but that inspired me to walk around the house and see if I could find a good signal. I found an excellent one on the counter in the kitchen. It was really exciting to be able to see him for the first time in a few days (webcam). We talked for awhile before my silly battery died and I had to run and get my plug and adapter for my computer. Anyway, it finally worked out. It was amazing… especially since I don’t see it happening tonight.

I tried to call my mom… left a message. And talked to Spencer for a few minutes. Then I put it all away and took a shower. I finished putting my stuff away and made “dinner” which consisted of the left over noodles in the fridge butter and parmesan cheese. It was fine. But I’m a bad cook when I have food that I know and a microwave… much less with food that I actually have to make on a real stove… I don’t know what to do if I can’t eat quesadillas. The food here is very Mediterranean. They don’t eat Mexican. They eat Italian. And I don’t know what to do with that. Sigh… I’m just complaining about my lack of a personal cook to follow me around. Spencer: I can’t believe you’re in NY instead of cooking my food! So, hopefully they have leftovers every time I need to make food for myself. When I was washing my plate, Sebi finally got home, about 10:30. He made himself some food and we watched a little TV before going to bed. It was a rather lonely evening. I guess I’ll have to start making friends, huh? It’s amazing to me how much I can write about a day in which nothing much happened. Oh well.