Sometimes i just sit.

The life of a peace corps volunteer is a an up and down, left and right, ingles y espanol, (ha guarani, ikatu) topsy turvy, vague...lets not go as far as clear...crazy experience.  I do a lot of things now that i didn´t used to do, some because of culture, some because there isn´t anything better to do.  heres a list!

• i wipe my face off with the tablecloth...i´m a fan
• i can put as many tablespoons of salt and or sugar on any food i want...i´m a fan
• watching chickens run around is often a main source of entertainment...i´m becoming a fan
• i have to dodge the biting parrot at my new house...i´m not a fan
• need a lime? go pick it!...i´m a fan
• need a mango? go pick it! it is so great....i´m a fan
• i constantly shew away animals...cows, pigs, chickens, dogs, cats...etc...not a fan
• i send text messages...i´m becoming a fan
• i either walk or take the bus...aka no more gunther...i´m a fan...but i miss gunther
• i still call shorts, shorts...and mountain bikes mountain bikes...in all three languages...it is funny...if you could here it with the accent you´d be a fan
• i put toilet paper in a trash can...i still think it is gross. 
• my office are the homes and fields of my community...i´m a fan.

and sometimes...i just sit.