Dia Siete

Today at FLACSO the morning lecture was about the program rules regulating behaviors, like no illegal drugs please… etc. I understood most of his Spanish. Then we had a quick break in which I went to “coffee” with my old hotel roommates Lauren and Christina. I had hot chocolate which consisted of hot milk and a block of chocolate to put into the milk and melt. It was good but there was too much milk for the chocolate… next time I think I’ll just eat the chocolate because it was amazing and drink the milk. They don’t drink milk here. Then we went back to FLACSO to sit in our groups and ask questions about registering for classes. It was fine. After, I went to the computer lab and checked my facebook and looked up classes I want to take. The dance classes don’t have times up yet which as the organized/anal retentive person I am annoys me to no end. How am I supposed to set my schedule for the next 6 months if I don’t know what time the dance class is… : p… yeah, I know… silly. Whatever. I found out on facebook that all my old and greatly loved/missed roommates have blogs this year in which to keep in touch. Katiana’s doesn’t have anything in it yet because doesn’t go to Senegal for a few weeks. Emily is good at blogging… she doesn’t write forever like I do but she gets her point across well. Spencer hasn’t really posted a blog yet but the forum is called Princess Children in memory of us. I can’t remember exactly how the title goes but its something like he misses his nemo face (the cat), the girls upstairs, and the sometimes naked one downstairs (that’s me) which by the way brings me joy of no end. I was sitting in a quiet computer lab when I read it and I burst our in loud bubbles of laughter which kept going off and on for a good couple of minutes. That memory… of which many of you probably have no idea… is one of my favorites ever. So FUNNY. For those of you who don’t know… it’s nothing scandalous I promise. But funny none the less. You are welcome to ask me about it someday too. As you are probably noticing, I’m not the most modest and private person in the world. I rather like being an open book.

Anyway… that was a good moment.

I walked around for a while looking for some minutes for my phone. None of the stores of my brand of phone had them… and they kept saying I needed to go to the kiosk… I have never known what that word means. So I went to a tourist station (*blush*) and asked her in my slow Spanish. She pointed me directly to one explaining in patient Spanish exactly where I needed to go. So I got some minutes and went home. When I got home… my brain seemed to have fried. I couldn’t speak Spanish nearly at all and poor Sebi had the hardest time figuring out what I was saying. I could barely think in English much less in Spanish. I ate some food. The phone was broken apparently so Sebi had to go somewhere else to use the phone to ask about my computer. But since he didn’t have the computer in front of him, my computer is American, neither of us know very much about computers, my Spanish was fading rapidly, and I couldn’t connect to the internet to look up online what to do, the instructions the technicians gave to Sebi didn’t do much good and I still can’t connect to the internet. After that I basically stood in front of the stove in the kitchen yawning and staring at the TV. I wonder if standing in front of the stove like that is rude… but that’s what we have always done in AK and I don’t know how to ask. A friend of Sebi’s came over to hang out (they always have friends over). He was nice and tried to talk to me a bit but I couldn’t understand or talk. I was completely broken. I felt like such a jerk. Eventually I went to take a shower to see if that would help… it did a bit. Sebi fed me some more pasta and then we hung out in the kitchen with Vero, Nati, and two of their friends. It was fun to watch them interact. I went to bed soon there after. I never could figure out how to put those minutes on my phone.