And for those who are keeping score, I finished off both Deany Weany's class and Jeff's class with an A.
Tomorrow morning we leave for the beach. I am so so ready. I probably will not have internet all week, though. I only hope my lack of posts doesn't ruin too many lives. Be strong.
Last night we had the smallest crew for dinner since we've been here. Even Deany Weany and Kathy went to the fiesta without us. Only Jeff was loyal to his LLC roots. Geovanny treated us to a feast, though. We had veggies, that Christmas plantain/ sweet potato business, cauliflower in white sauce, salad, tamales (ew), and refried beans with cheese. Then he brought us brownies with icing. And then round two of brownies with icing for Cayman, Tess, Ann, and I. But don't worry I burned off those second brownie calories with an impromptu salsa session with Geovanny. Love him forever.
After dinner we retreated to the low-lows (bungalows) for a One Tree Hill fix. We only watched 3 episodes so that Abby didn't fall too far behind--she went and played cards with Alonzo after dinner. Then I worked on my memorization until the power went out. Nice.
This morning we were all really pumped because we thought we smelled panqueques. False. Bean and cheese empanadas. They were okay but they were not panqueques. We also had coffee, frutas, and gallo pinto.
This afternoon after my 30 minute poetry final, we played soccer. By "we" I mean everyone else. I was the self-appointed photographer/ cheerleader. Unfortunately, the field is also home to a billion black flies. I have 40 new bug bites on my legs. Those great ones with the bright red speck in the middle of the pink rashy thing outlined in white. My legs have never looked better.
Tonight Jeff joined us for our One Tree Hill session. He's really great. He made everything so much funnier. We never realized how weird it was that we all sing along to the intro until Jeff was sitting there awkwardly. And then we tried to catch him up on the first 12 episodes of season 1, and realized just how ridiculous the story line may appear to outsiders. We are not outsiders. We are so unbelievably sucked in. Ann had a dream that she was Jake, and you know that we are all crying whenever it's even slightly appropriate. Poor Jeff.
Okay so don't go too crazy without me. Love you all.
peace love and panqueques
