This morning I walked to school with a couple of cows. After the hill, there is this stretch of road that goes to the Ecolodge (campus) and for the past two days a couple of punk-age cows have just been hanging out on that road. When I first saw them I was terrified that they were going to charge at me and kill me. But then I kept walking and soon realized that they were terrified of me. They turned and started walking away from me, looking back and giving me the eye every so often. So it was more of a me walking behind them and them running away from me, but whatever.

For breakfast I had a fat plate of plantains. I ate them all and loved every second of it.

I sat with my parents for like an hour talking about past students they've had and stuff. They gave me the perfect lead in to ask about coming back to stay with them after my program. So I asked and they said yes of course there will always be room for me in their house. Yay!

Insert classes/ lunch.

It rained all afternoon. I tried to wait it out to walk home, but then I realized that I could potentially be waiting until November. So I walked home in the rain just before it got dark with Tess and Tia. We were toying with ideas of what to do once the program is over. My personal fave is orbit around Costa Rica via bus. I'll keep you posted.

I got home and mi madre and I ate dinner together. The boys didn't like what she had made or something. Or they had already eaten? Why is my Spanish so weak? Then they gave me a mug of hot milk. Drinking straight-up milk normally makes me want to die, but this hot stuff was surprisingly decent. Except my stomach was a hot mess like as soon as the stuff hit my lips. Then mi padre gave me this glass of like hot liquid flan. Thick hot sweet milky something. It was good but I couldn't finish because my stomach was horribly angry with me.

After dinner we watched the movie "Mirrors." It was really good. Except after the movie I was really afraid to look into the bathroom mirror.

Oh and also Maria Jose gave her final performance last night. It was the craziest thing because Latin American Idol comes on at 7, but so does the news. So the news came on a little early, and every time Maria Jose started a song, the news would cut off and it would show her perfomance instead. Ridiculousness. Maria Jose was sick all week, but she pulled it out. Mi madre was crying. Literally. Tears down the woman's face. The winner will be announced tomorrow night. If Maria Jose doesn't win I am afraid of what mi madre will do.

Um so that's my day. Snoozefest, I know. Lo siento.

peace love and picaflor picaflor (playa playa)