Clarifications

Barro Lives!

I now wake up differently each day. Wait, Clarification: Did I ever explain why I have to go to the bathroom in the morning so bad? Well my latrine is approximately 100 feet from my house, good thing because nobody wants a pit full of feces in close proximity to where they eat and sleep, but not a good thing when its the middle of the night and you have to go. I get a little scared walking out there. For one thing, there are cockroaches, giant toads to avoid and my dog´s diarrea. But I dont want anyone to snatch me or enter my house in the darkness. For this, I am in pain in the morning.

So anyway, today I woke up to the cat. The cat came back. I was wondering why Barro was running circles around my bed. The cat had climbed through my window once again to steal the food that Barro does not eat. It was 515am, I ¨chh chh´d¨ the cat away, put some coffee on the cocina, and sat on the hammock until my eyes adjusted to the light. But, on a good note, after I wiped away the boogies from my tear ducts and regained full vision, I was pleasantly surprised to see a semi-solid poo poo on the floor. Clarification: Barro lives to see another day. He has had 2 injections, and will only eat chicken and tamales, (he is quite an expensive pup), and I force some vitamins, of I know not what, down his throat every morning, and one or the other is helping him surpass his ameobas or parasites.

The muscle that I pulled in my quad last week has healed and so I resumed my position on the futbol field Sunday. This time I introduced myself to all the guys, hoping this would encourage them to actually involve me in the plays. I was hoping that changing in front of them also would have helped, but it didn´t. One guy, proud that he knew some English, told me, in English, ¨I will always pass to you.¨ Clarification: You will never get the ball. I think maybe I got 2 passes, because they ricocheted off the legs of someone else and landed by me, but it was still fun. I was happy to play again. Afterwards, I brought the softball that I had purchased by mistake, to the cancha and got a group of girls to play. Before I knew it, boys were running over, leaving the futbol behind, the neighbor was chopping off a tree branch, rocks were placed at first second and third base and we had a game going. By the time we shattered the third bat (branch), my finger was swollen (its hard without gloves), and we could barely see the ball. Time to head home to bathe before its too dark and scary.

So I get to use the internet 3 times in one week this week. It actually kinda sucks coming into town because its very hot and the buses are crowded. Plus it wastes a lot of my day. But since Barro has been sick, I´m obligated to take him to the Vet for 3 days. Later, I´m going to do the Stations of the Cross. I kinda got suckered into it, but since no one has made me go to church yet, I´m trying to build confianza and I also am kinda interested to see this procession, I´m gonna go... con ganas.

Here are other ways I have built confianza:

After numerous refusals to give my number to my little lover... also my necklace, my bracelets, my soccer cleats, my watch... I finally gave in... To a piece of my pupusas. I ripped a piece off and went to hand it over. Before I had a chance to retract, he had taken it with his mouth. In front of about 1000 people. Oops.

I made tortillas with my neighbor the other night. And for the first time they actually came out circular.

My counterpart gave me a dress. Its bright red, with polkadots, It is tight on my chest. There is a large slit up the side. I kinda look like I´m going to the prom...50 years ago. I feel its a little inappropriate but my counterpart was really excited to see it on me. So I wore it at her house for the evening....

I made choco-bananas at my house, with 7 neighborhood kids, and we distributed them to friends passing by. I also brought guacamole to my counterparts house and everyone was shocked to see that there were no eggs involved.

I got my third offer for a beer. But refused. Its tempting but not good for my image.

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