My life, it's kinda like a bad movie with some funny parts

So I just had the most awkward situation ever. I came back to the house after working and one of the workers here (they always seem to be having construction of some kind) was trying to talk to me. I thought he was trying to tell me something about my room and when I walked in to ask him what's up, he followed me and closed the door slightly and sat down and started to chat away! So I got my stuff to make lunch and walked out, then he heard the "boss" coming and told me to "shh" and walked quietly back to work! Then after that he came back and wanted me to sit down and talk with him. After asking my name and saying it was nice to meet me officially he reached over to give me what I thought was a customary greeting (a kiss on the cheek) but he gave me an awkward hug and tried to hold on for a bit. Then I didn' t know whether I should laugh or run away... so I pushed away and asked for his name and then promptly got up to make lunch while he talked to me, instead of doing his work. So here I am hiding in my room (oh by the way I have my own room with a bathroom now, if I forgot to mention that) waiting for 6 o'clock.



I saw a old guy with really swollen hands on the bus today. Well mostly just the fingers, but not like when a person has arthritis. I wonder what it was? I always see such strange things on the bus. I need to keep a bus journal.



So on Good Friday I ate this soup that they only have for Easter (Pascua) called Fanesca. It's 12 ingredients to represent the 12 disciples of Christ. I helped make it but mostly sat around and watched a Moses cartoon in Spanish. Well the soup was great. I loved it when I first ate it, but about 10 mins after eating it I pretty much hated it. So after praying and taking one Imodium I sat through 4 and half hours of church (a total of about 5 and a half hours of being there altogether). One of the worst days of my life. The poor kid that walked in while I was in the bathroom after eating what I now call "death soup" is going to have nightmares for life. I couldn't even yell at him to get out right away because I was puking. Such is my life.

And a strange life it is at that. I mean I've been thinking about it and it almost seems like it's not really my real life. Just a fake one for the time. I mean it's a year. I kinda started a new life here but then go home and restart all over again. It's a weird concept. I don't think this makes much sense.

I need to get motivated to speak Spanish, I've gotten lazy. I think was in a bit of a funk. Feeling really out of place here not sure how I fit in being white and not speaking much Spanish.

Oh and that's another thing, being a minority. Such a strange experience. I mean there is no settling or feeling normal. I get mistreated or worshiped. I'm not sure which is worse. I stick out like a sore thumb, and I'm always conscious of that fact. People rip me off, cut me off in lines, or ignore me because of how I look. The other day I blew up a cab driver because I thought he was ripping me off (turns out he wasn't) because half of them always try. I won't even mention the stupid cat-calls and whistles. I hate it.