I finished my first study yesterday. I’m done with the equipment at least and now have moved on to the ever-so-scary design process. One of the earlier Wat/San Volunteers made this uber complicated spreadsheet on Excel to design these gravity systems. I mean, this thing is so massive that whenever I save it my computer is too overwhelmed to function for 30 seconds; this is the new computer!
Anyways, I was thinking this morning about the weird creatures (mostly bugs) that I have encountered in my time in Honduras. What does this have to do with my study? I’m not sure, but manly the campesinos that help me during the studies really only seem to enjoy the part where the show the gringa the creepy bugs along the way. Yesterday was the first day I had done a study by myself and it was really boring. I mean, with Kathryn there we can joke around a little bit and it eventually gets boring, but it’s not the entire day alone! The campesinos don’t really talk that much. The only time they get animated is when they get to chop stuff down to clear a view for the equipment. For those 5 minutes they’re chattering and destroying every living thing in their way and then they return to being zombies when I shout, “Ok! That’s enough!” I mean, they’re chopping stuff that isn’t even remotely close to the equipment at this point. These guys are machete happy … and it makes me want one!
According to the campesinos everything “pica.” Everything stings and everything will manchar (like stain) my skin, especially gringas. Despite the fact that every bug in Honduras seems to pose a serious threat to my health and my skin I have developed a tolerance for freaky bugs. I was never one to be scared of bugs or spiders. I have bugs that I don’t like and the weirder ones always provoke a little more hesitance, but mostly I am a tolerant person on the bug front.
Although, what I am not tolerant of are the tiny gnat-like creatures in the campo! Yesterday I didn’t wear long-sleeves to Joconales and immediately regretted it. Those little buggers bite and it hurts! It’s not like mosquitoes where it’s just annoying; you have these bites for DAYS and they ache and itch at the same time! Terrible creatures and apparently there’s a plague in Joconales. LOVE IT! Also, they seem to love biting on the elbows, which is just cruel. I don’t know if you are able to recall how terrible it is for your elbow to itch, but trust me, it’s terribly annoying! Actually, yesterday I experienced my first neck bite and I will say that that’s rivaling the elbows. So uncalled for!
Despite the fact that my house is a little old and seems to be more open to a myriad of problems, such as cockroaches, electrical problems and an increasingly leaky roof, it does seem to keep out the really creepy creatures.
I have a very large spider that lives in my bathroom who I have decided to leave in my bathroom. Every day I regarded him with some hesitence because he is quite an interesting looking spider. By interesting I mean terrifying. Probably the day I named him, Flat Stanley, was the day it was decided he wouldn’t be humanely disposed of outside. I was contemplating name options when I was … brushing my teeth … and Flat Stanley seemed perfect. He’s flat, but also the name brings back warmer childhood memories (I never actually did Flat Stanley, but my brother and sister did and I remember thinking it was a cool idea…) and therefore makes him less terrifying. I hadn’t seen Flat Stanley in a while and was starting to worry that he had deserted me, but when I was brushing my teeth this morning he was there in his usual spot. He is pretty creepy looking; didn’t really remember how creepy looking he is, but now that he’s named he’s here to stay.
I’ve also accepted the presence (albeit diminished presence) of cockroaches in my house. I don’t see them as often as I used to. The can of Raid still resides in a handy spot, but hasn’t been used in a little while. All my food is securely stored in various containers and I think this has helped a lot. My bathroom seems to be their main stronghold, which is acceptable, I suppose. On midnight puppy pee outings I see fewer of those nasty little creatures running around. I tried to drown one in the sink the other night, but was unsuccessful. My only real problem with them being in the bathroom is their potential occupation of the toilet seat. Ensuring that my puppy is not going to pee all over the house (which he somehow still accomplishes some nights) I also find it is also good for the health of my bladder.
One of the first couple of nights I lived here I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and noticed movement under the toilet seat. I should have ignored my curiosity and endured the urge, but instead lifted the toilet seat to find like three cockroaches crawling around. GROSS. Since then I’ve had this fear that they’re there every time I go to sit down. Also doesn’t help that I don’t have electricity in my bathroom and therefore have to rely on a headlamp to light the room.
Remember, as a kid where you just have unfounded fears of certain things? Monsters under the bed, wolves in the backyard at night (that was me) or possibly creepy creatures crawling out of the toilet bowl? No? No one? I remember a classmate supposedly “read” in the newspaper (keep in mind I was probably in third grade when this happened) that a baby alligator was living in a family’s toilet and they discovered its residence in their bathroom when it viciously bit the father during a prolonged bathroom visit. For a while after I heard this story I was a little freaked out that we had a baby alligator too. I remember trying to find the most effective I’m-ready-to-flee position, all the while momentarily checking that nothing had climbed out of the plumbing.
With time and maturity I think I eventually got over the fear, but now I feel like a little kid again. I routinely clean my bathroom to keep it from being gross and therefore desirable place for cockroaches to live. Even though I doubt they’re still wandering around my toilet bowl I cannot help but have a little bit of anxiety each time I go in there in the middle of the night. I think the kid inside me is somewhat triumphant that one of those “unfounded fears” has somewhat been fulfilled.
At any rate, I now consider myself to have timeshare with cockroaches. I am the daytime inhabitant and they are permitted limited roaming in the night time. One creature that has been denied a timeshare was the creepy little creature I encountered in my bed last night. I was putting some clothes away and saw something dart under the sheet; “Aww HELL NO!”
Outside: perfect.
On the floor, in my house: permissible.
Under the toilet seat: depends on your biting capabilities.
In my bed: not in your life!
Not only was this THING in my bed, but it was one funky looking bug. It almost looked what I would imagine a baby scorpion to look like. It was about half an inch long and had what appeared to be underdeveloped claws. The thorax was kind of like a bee with striped black and orange. It took me forever to get it onto a tissue and I promptly tossed it out the window. I then had to empty my entire bed to ensure that its brothers and sisters weren’t crawling around in my sheets still.
So this is the agreement I’ve struck with the bugs here in Honduras and with Honduras itself. There are certain parts of Honduras and its culture that I will politely tolerate and other things that I just can’t bring myself to accept. For instance, they are building a warehouse in front of my house. I now have about 15 Honduran men outside my home from 6:30 am to about 4:00 pm, unless they decide to hang out on the steps and drink soda (at least it’s not alcohol). After the first week of “Hello amor!” every time I passed, we have now gotten it down to “Hello!” Granted I can still hear them say, “Here she comes!” or “She’s going to take me to the States!” but I appreciated the effort at discretion. I think they realized I ignored them more when they harassed me than when they were more polite.
SIDENOTE: I just had to chase a vulture away from drinking out of my pila. I wash my clothes with that water! UNACCEPTABLE. No timeshare there either!
Anyways, there’s a little boy (like 12 years old) that continuously harasses me. I mean, every time I pass I hear, “TSSSST TSST TSSST!” Do this out loud. Go ahead, do it. Have a friend do it. Now imagine some prepubescent little boy doing this multiple times as day TO HIT ON YOU! How annoying is that?? It’s supposed to be a compliment, but to me it’s more like nails on a chalkboard. Plus, after the first couple of times I get the point and don’t feel as though it’s necessary for this to occur every time I pass!
I have now taken to just mumbling like a crazy woman when I walk by, “:mumble: how OLD are you?? :mumble mumble:”
“I’m old enough to be your mother! … Hannah, that’s a long shot. I mean, you would have had to be sexually active at a pretty early age …” At this point I realize people are staring at me, not in the “There’s the white girl!” way, but the, “Hey look … the white girl is talking to herself, weird.” sort of way.
On less tolerant days, “F******* OFF!” Being in Honduras has encouraged my swearing because there’s this assumption that people can’t understand that you’re saying…
A) Hondurans watch enough movies that they might recognize the majority of the words
B) The general sentiment of swearing is generally understood (like when my electricity went out and I used every curse word to express my frustration. My neighbor who yelled, “Hey!” probably understood more or less that these were bad words.
I’ve been trying to make more of an effort, but with this kid I just can’t help myself. That’s my least favorite form of pirropos (cat-calling), the “TSSST TSSST!” Little creeper. Maybe if he thinks I’m crazy he won’t bother me so much.
This was meant to be a short little blog about bugs and turned into a freaking novel. I’m sitting outside, letting the puppy dig up more trash in my backyard and enjoying my new battery life, and it’s so beautiful out that I just kept writing. Also, I think I was in the mood to write a blog, which is good because they’re usually more interesting that way. I should probably do laundry, sweep my floors or start this terrifying design. Probably won’t. Probably will go and watch more Sex and the City and then take a nap. I love being a free agent!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Best Weekend Ever!
I don’t know if anyone noticed that I was lacking a major appliance in my kitchen … a refrigerator. I had been moderately harassing my office to take me to buy one, but there was always an excuse and I never ended up going. Well, I finally got serious about it last week and got on them about taking me. I almost went on Thursday, but last minute they didn’t have room in the bed of the pick-up and I got put off another day.
Well the director must have felt pretty bad, because Friday he had someone make a special trip for me, which is a pretty big deal because that’s gas they probably shouldn’t have “wasted.” I don’t see it as a waste, but they could have coordinated better because cars go to Santa Rosa every week. I really appreciated it though, because it really was a big gesture.
Well the entire ride to Santa Rosa I was like a child on the way to an amusement park. Every five minutes I would clap my hands and say, “Voy a comprar un refri!!”/ “I’m going to buy a fridge!” Well we get into the store and the fridge I had looked at (weeks ago) was naturally gone. The remaining ones were more expensive, but not too much and I was so ready to be able to buy milk and other lovely foods that require refrigeration. I was lucky Humberto was there, because he actually thought to ask about warranties and the like. I mean, I might have thought of that eventually, but then there’s the whole obstacle of trying to figure out how to express “warranty,” because I didn’t know the word. Anyways, paid up, which was painful, because that is by far the most money I’ve spent on a single object in Honduras. They hauled the fridge to the car and we were off! Fastest trip I’ve had to Santa Rosa, which was sad because I wanted to hang out and had more things to buy! Hah.
They secured the fridge in the bed of the pick-up and we were off to drive the windy, dangerous, pot-hole ridden highway back to Corquin. I was really nervous on the way back, because Humberto is an aggressive driver and at one point we almost had a head-on with an 18 wheeler. My friend Plankster (nickname) was visiting for the weekend and was in the car too. I squealed and covered my eyes with hands, which seemed to have been entertaining for them. I was more concerned for the safety of my fridge, but what good is a fridge if I’m not alive to use it?!
Well we’re halfway there and we start to slow down. What’s going on? Why are we stopping? Well one of the policemen (off-duty) had gotten a flat tire on his motorcycle and Humberto, being the kindly man that he is, stopped to give him a lift. Oh wait, not just the man, BUT THE MOTORCYLCE TOO! I started freaking and sent Plankster to supervise the fastening the motorcycle in the back as well.
Honduras + pick-up + new fridge + motorcycle = Hannah is a HOT MESS
Plankster assured me that everything was secure and we returned to Corquin with the fridge and motorcylce intact. The rest of the way back Humberto kept kidding around, “Hannah you fridge is still there. Yup, still there.”
So the fridge gets placed in its new home and I had to use all my self-restraint to keep from plugging it in; you are supposed to wait 4 hours after transporting it, which was torture for me. I waited though and now I have ice and once I buy a pitcher I will have cold water too! It’s kind of sad because I got a little fridge that you would find in dorm rooms, but this one has a separate freezer. The fridge is so small and I will still never be able to fill it. :SIGH:
That was the first great thing about this weekend. Second great thing was Plankster visiting. I love having company now and enjoying other people being around. I’d like to think I’m improving my hostess skills too. It was nice to see him, as always, but what was really great was he was totally in the mood to help me fix up my house. We went to the ferreteria (hardware store) on Saturday morning and bought paint for my living room, wire to make a run for Bourbon, and rope to string up a hammock.
Plankster has bought three hammocks and the third he had with him here in Corquin. He bought it to send back to the States when his parents visit in January and he is an amazing person! and lent me the hammock until then!
We painted my living room (I am posting pictures) yellow and beige. I actually don’t like the color combination, but I had leftover paint from the kitchen and I figured out I didn’t like it a little late. So, unfortunately that’s something I have to live with for now, but it’s not terrible.
Then we hung the hammock, so I have a nice hammock on my back porch to lie in and read. I really hope the puppy doesn’t chew it to death because it’s not exactly mine…
Lastly, we hung the cable for Bourbon to run around on. It goes back into my yard a little bit so I can leave him outside during the day and he can be happy there instead of cooped up in the house. Also, maybe now he won’t escape from his room and chew my shower shoes and my purse! Yes, that was a lovely surprise on Friday. I entire the house and see the victims, lying on the floor and Bourbon is at the door to greet me, which he wouldn’t be able to do if he was safely locked in his room. I yell, “Oh God! I can’t look!”
“Is that my purse?!” I squeal as I wander farther into the house to check out the damage. I can’t imagine what people were thinking as they hear the gringa yelling and swearing in her house. My neighbors must think I torture my dog because he howls all the time and all they probably hear me say is, “NO!” Luckily, he just chewed the flower on the purse, which doesn’t really look any different. The shower shoes were the only things majorly damaged and he’d already gotten to them.
So my house is finally really coming together. Amazing what a difference the paint made and I don’t even like it that much! The house just doesn’t look as old. Then today I went to Kristy’s house to pick up some stuff. She just finished her service and is back in the States (Congrats!) and left some stuff for me and my sitemate. The weekend got even better, because now I have a rug, speakers and a blender to make licuados!
I’m just so happy and content. Also, Plankster and I made chocolate chip pancakes this morning, which really just improved the entire day as well. Great weekend! Next I need to tackle painting the bedroom!
Pictures have been posted so take a look at them!
Well the director must have felt pretty bad, because Friday he had someone make a special trip for me, which is a pretty big deal because that’s gas they probably shouldn’t have “wasted.” I don’t see it as a waste, but they could have coordinated better because cars go to Santa Rosa every week. I really appreciated it though, because it really was a big gesture.
Well the entire ride to Santa Rosa I was like a child on the way to an amusement park. Every five minutes I would clap my hands and say, “Voy a comprar un refri!!”/ “I’m going to buy a fridge!” Well we get into the store and the fridge I had looked at (weeks ago) was naturally gone. The remaining ones were more expensive, but not too much and I was so ready to be able to buy milk and other lovely foods that require refrigeration. I was lucky Humberto was there, because he actually thought to ask about warranties and the like. I mean, I might have thought of that eventually, but then there’s the whole obstacle of trying to figure out how to express “warranty,” because I didn’t know the word. Anyways, paid up, which was painful, because that is by far the most money I’ve spent on a single object in Honduras. They hauled the fridge to the car and we were off! Fastest trip I’ve had to Santa Rosa, which was sad because I wanted to hang out and had more things to buy! Hah.
They secured the fridge in the bed of the pick-up and we were off to drive the windy, dangerous, pot-hole ridden highway back to Corquin. I was really nervous on the way back, because Humberto is an aggressive driver and at one point we almost had a head-on with an 18 wheeler. My friend Plankster (nickname) was visiting for the weekend and was in the car too. I squealed and covered my eyes with hands, which seemed to have been entertaining for them. I was more concerned for the safety of my fridge, but what good is a fridge if I’m not alive to use it?!
Well we’re halfway there and we start to slow down. What’s going on? Why are we stopping? Well one of the policemen (off-duty) had gotten a flat tire on his motorcycle and Humberto, being the kindly man that he is, stopped to give him a lift. Oh wait, not just the man, BUT THE MOTORCYLCE TOO! I started freaking and sent Plankster to supervise the fastening the motorcycle in the back as well.
Honduras + pick-up + new fridge + motorcycle = Hannah is a HOT MESS
Plankster assured me that everything was secure and we returned to Corquin with the fridge and motorcylce intact. The rest of the way back Humberto kept kidding around, “Hannah you fridge is still there. Yup, still there.”
So the fridge gets placed in its new home and I had to use all my self-restraint to keep from plugging it in; you are supposed to wait 4 hours after transporting it, which was torture for me. I waited though and now I have ice and once I buy a pitcher I will have cold water too! It’s kind of sad because I got a little fridge that you would find in dorm rooms, but this one has a separate freezer. The fridge is so small and I will still never be able to fill it. :SIGH:
That was the first great thing about this weekend. Second great thing was Plankster visiting. I love having company now and enjoying other people being around. I’d like to think I’m improving my hostess skills too. It was nice to see him, as always, but what was really great was he was totally in the mood to help me fix up my house. We went to the ferreteria (hardware store) on Saturday morning and bought paint for my living room, wire to make a run for Bourbon, and rope to string up a hammock.
Plankster has bought three hammocks and the third he had with him here in Corquin. He bought it to send back to the States when his parents visit in January and he is an amazing person! and lent me the hammock until then!
We painted my living room (I am posting pictures) yellow and beige. I actually don’t like the color combination, but I had leftover paint from the kitchen and I figured out I didn’t like it a little late. So, unfortunately that’s something I have to live with for now, but it’s not terrible.
Then we hung the hammock, so I have a nice hammock on my back porch to lie in and read. I really hope the puppy doesn’t chew it to death because it’s not exactly mine…
Lastly, we hung the cable for Bourbon to run around on. It goes back into my yard a little bit so I can leave him outside during the day and he can be happy there instead of cooped up in the house. Also, maybe now he won’t escape from his room and chew my shower shoes and my purse! Yes, that was a lovely surprise on Friday. I entire the house and see the victims, lying on the floor and Bourbon is at the door to greet me, which he wouldn’t be able to do if he was safely locked in his room. I yell, “Oh God! I can’t look!”
“Is that my purse?!” I squeal as I wander farther into the house to check out the damage. I can’t imagine what people were thinking as they hear the gringa yelling and swearing in her house. My neighbors must think I torture my dog because he howls all the time and all they probably hear me say is, “NO!” Luckily, he just chewed the flower on the purse, which doesn’t really look any different. The shower shoes were the only things majorly damaged and he’d already gotten to them.
So my house is finally really coming together. Amazing what a difference the paint made and I don’t even like it that much! The house just doesn’t look as old. Then today I went to Kristy’s house to pick up some stuff. She just finished her service and is back in the States (Congrats!) and left some stuff for me and my sitemate. The weekend got even better, because now I have a rug, speakers and a blender to make licuados!
I’m just so happy and content. Also, Plankster and I made chocolate chip pancakes this morning, which really just improved the entire day as well. Great weekend! Next I need to tackle painting the bedroom!
Pictures have been posted so take a look at them!
Weird Single Habits
That’s actually something I remember from a Sex and the City episode, but it’s something I was just thinking about as I was sitting here watching a movie and eating dinner.
I’m sitting here in my house because I can’t leave for the national curfew that’s in place. I guess before it wasn’t so annoying because I lived in a house with other people and the curfews didn’t seem to last for so long. This curfew started yesterday (Monday) at 4p.m. and supposedly is going to last until 6 a.m. Wednesday.
With the last curfew no one really seemed to abide by it. I’ve heard only recently that the old sergeant of the police (apparently he has left) actually did arrest people when they were outside during the toque de queda (curfew). The last curfew definitely would have interfered with working and such, but I never really remember people actually abiding by it.
This time, however, people seem to actually be following the national curfew. I don’t know if the new sergeant somehow impressed upon the people how serious he would be with curfews or, although, no one really expected this. I don’t know if people are ready to take advantage of this unscheduled say off or what, but all of the sudden the streets are deserted.
I had told my Educatodos students that we would still have class, thinking that the curfew was ending at 6 p.m. Well, then we got word from Peace Corps that the curfew was extended until 6 a.m., which means I really shouldn’t have left my house. Imagine, if the police had arrested me, I would have been kicked out purely because I didn’t listen to the national curfew or Peace Corps’ rules. Anyways, despite this I wandered up to the classes, because I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. On my way up the police passed and I got pretty nervous, but they continued on their merry way. Of course, I got to the classroom and no one was there, so I just turned around and went home. At least the puppy got a walk out of it.
On the walk home I really didn’t want to return to the house and sit there anymore, so I loitered outside on the stairs and let the puppy nose around some more. Two girls came up and started talking to me, which was nice until I realized that the one seemed to be trying to coax money or something out of me. I mean, she kept talking about how her mom kicked her out and she didn’t have any clothes or family. I felt bad, but what was I going to do? It was awkward.
Anyways, the whole point of this rant was to comment on the weird things that happen when you live alone. The puppy was exhausted, so he went straight to bed after I fed him.
I really love frijoles fritos (essentially refried beans) and had started soaking beans earlier in the day with the assumption that they would become part of dinner, which I hadn’t really done much planning for other than the bean soaking part. I had had tuna fish for lunch and still wasn’t very hungry, but without a fridge I couldn’t let the tuna fish sit overnight. As a result, I convinced myself that I had to eat. Now, instead of eating just the tuna fish, I naturally had to finish cooking the beans to accompany the tuna fish. Odd combination you say? Yes, well you get creative when you’re bored and no fridge leads to interesting food combinations.
So I finally finish the beans at which point I realized I had never really made them before. When in doubt and trying to recreate Honduran cooking just add a lot of oil and salt. In any case, I had refried beans and tuna fish for dinner. It wasn’t all that bad, but I really would like it if I could manage to get a ride to buy a fridge. There’s only so much oatmeal and cooked veggie combinations you can eat before you really wish that you could at least buy milk for the oatmeal or coconut milk to make curry. In any case, that is one sample of the odd things you are able to do when you live alone. The dog eats burned plastic and wood, so who is he to judge??
I, of course, have odder eating habits that I am not at liberty to disclose in such a public forum, but they may include a spoon and a jar of peanut butter … Hey! Don’t judge! You don’t know what it’s like!!
Maybe tomorrow I’ll just go to my host family’s house to get fed some real food.
Just got word from Peace Corps that the curfew has been extended until 6 p.m. tomorrow night! Now ODECO won’t be open (the police called them and told them to stay closed in the afternoon today!) I’m going to go crazy!! There’s only so many times you can watch the same 5 movies and episodes of Friends before you feel as though you’re lacking something in life … for instance variety. I’m reading a good book right now entitled The Omnivore’s Dilemma, but that of course is about food and merely rubs in the fact that I’m not eating anything all that interesting at the moment!
I’m sitting here in my house because I can’t leave for the national curfew that’s in place. I guess before it wasn’t so annoying because I lived in a house with other people and the curfews didn’t seem to last for so long. This curfew started yesterday (Monday) at 4p.m. and supposedly is going to last until 6 a.m. Wednesday.
With the last curfew no one really seemed to abide by it. I’ve heard only recently that the old sergeant of the police (apparently he has left) actually did arrest people when they were outside during the toque de queda (curfew). The last curfew definitely would have interfered with working and such, but I never really remember people actually abiding by it.
This time, however, people seem to actually be following the national curfew. I don’t know if the new sergeant somehow impressed upon the people how serious he would be with curfews or, although, no one really expected this. I don’t know if people are ready to take advantage of this unscheduled say off or what, but all of the sudden the streets are deserted.
I had told my Educatodos students that we would still have class, thinking that the curfew was ending at 6 p.m. Well, then we got word from Peace Corps that the curfew was extended until 6 a.m., which means I really shouldn’t have left my house. Imagine, if the police had arrested me, I would have been kicked out purely because I didn’t listen to the national curfew or Peace Corps’ rules. Anyways, despite this I wandered up to the classes, because I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. On my way up the police passed and I got pretty nervous, but they continued on their merry way. Of course, I got to the classroom and no one was there, so I just turned around and went home. At least the puppy got a walk out of it.
On the walk home I really didn’t want to return to the house and sit there anymore, so I loitered outside on the stairs and let the puppy nose around some more. Two girls came up and started talking to me, which was nice until I realized that the one seemed to be trying to coax money or something out of me. I mean, she kept talking about how her mom kicked her out and she didn’t have any clothes or family. I felt bad, but what was I going to do? It was awkward.
Anyways, the whole point of this rant was to comment on the weird things that happen when you live alone. The puppy was exhausted, so he went straight to bed after I fed him.
I really love frijoles fritos (essentially refried beans) and had started soaking beans earlier in the day with the assumption that they would become part of dinner, which I hadn’t really done much planning for other than the bean soaking part. I had had tuna fish for lunch and still wasn’t very hungry, but without a fridge I couldn’t let the tuna fish sit overnight. As a result, I convinced myself that I had to eat. Now, instead of eating just the tuna fish, I naturally had to finish cooking the beans to accompany the tuna fish. Odd combination you say? Yes, well you get creative when you’re bored and no fridge leads to interesting food combinations.
So I finally finish the beans at which point I realized I had never really made them before. When in doubt and trying to recreate Honduran cooking just add a lot of oil and salt. In any case, I had refried beans and tuna fish for dinner. It wasn’t all that bad, but I really would like it if I could manage to get a ride to buy a fridge. There’s only so much oatmeal and cooked veggie combinations you can eat before you really wish that you could at least buy milk for the oatmeal or coconut milk to make curry. In any case, that is one sample of the odd things you are able to do when you live alone. The dog eats burned plastic and wood, so who is he to judge??
I, of course, have odder eating habits that I am not at liberty to disclose in such a public forum, but they may include a spoon and a jar of peanut butter … Hey! Don’t judge! You don’t know what it’s like!!
Maybe tomorrow I’ll just go to my host family’s house to get fed some real food.
Just got word from Peace Corps that the curfew has been extended until 6 p.m. tomorrow night! Now ODECO won’t be open (the police called them and told them to stay closed in the afternoon today!) I’m going to go crazy!! There’s only so many times you can watch the same 5 movies and episodes of Friends before you feel as though you’re lacking something in life … for instance variety. I’m reading a good book right now entitled The Omnivore’s Dilemma, but that of course is about food and merely rubs in the fact that I’m not eating anything all that interesting at the moment!
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