Sunday, February 18, 2007
Ahh, what a life of adventures! I can’t pick just one story to tell. So I will sum it up with a bulleted list of the highs and lows since my last blogentry. Here’s what’s happened. Excuse the sentence fragments and use of second person.
1.Not having running water for 15 days since the end of January (yes, you’re right that’s nearly everyday!). Putting up with the teasing experience of having a trickle of cold water, trying to shower in it, and having the water heartbreakingly turn into drops and then nothing just as you have soaped your hair OR thinking erroneously you have enough water to rinse off your pore cleansing mask (because living in this city has not only congested your lungs with mysterious humors, but also every pore on your body) and having to go to school the next morning wearing the clown make-up looking substance so that you can wash it off in the reliably plumbed facilities.
2.Having your Spanish tutor stand on the top of your stairs to your apartment building, announce the she “feels dizzy” and then began projectile vomiting down the open staircase. Just as you realize that the odiferous river keeps a-flowing down the many flights of stairs and you think that mopping it up will be a not so fun task, you reach in your pocket to realize that you don’t have your apartment keys and that you and your pale, sick friend and you are locked out. You run down the street, dodging a cacophonous street market and find the one locksmith open. He arrives only to pick fruitlessly at your lock with everything available including his belt buckle. You have to make the choice to scale the ledge from the neighbor’s to your balcony (yes, you live six stories above the hard cement) with this young locksmith only to break the window to your apartment, which you reason that you could have done yourself. Once safely in, the locksmith swears you to secrecy about his cat burglar ways. You grab your mop and gingerly take on the task of cleaning six stories of vomit-coated stairs. Thank god you had water that day.
3.Going on a class trip to see Monarch butterflies in Michoacan (which involves relaxing long hours on a tour bus as leagues of counselors and paramedics attend to your students). Getting offered a horse pill of Dramamine at the beginning of the journey (Ahh, the words “Dramamine Ladies?!” had quite a compelling ring). Taking it and then feeling like a comatose boneless chicken within moments. Sleeping the whole day while the students take pictures of you, in your slack-headed and mouth agape stupor.
4.Being awakened at night as your kitten (who has mysterious double canine teeth, probably some Aztec legacy) relentlessly and mercilessly attacks your face, bites your nose and chin, turns your hands into hamburger. Look at his picture...doesn't he look innocent?
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