This morning we had another delicious breakfast. The lovely kitchen staff made us omelets! Que rico. We also had Ms. Nash bread with jam, delicious frutas, gallo pinto, and coffee. Oh my goodness it was so wonderful. I am going to kidnap Esmerelda and make her my slave in Athens so that I can have these wonderful meals every morning.
Fabricio was our guest speaker in Ecology today. He probably had a lot of very interesting things to say, but I was too distracted by his amazing English to hear any of it. I want to be fluent in another language. So badly. He can actually convey his personality when speaking in English. He probably dreams in English too. I want that.
For lunch today we had salad, rice, beans, veggies, and some pork thing (that I didn't eat). I am just waiting for the day when I OD on rice, beans, and lizano at this point. Honestly.
After lunch I spent the afternoon trying to figure out my schedule for next semester slash my major slash graduate school slash my life. The bulletin and the key are not my friends. I basically spent three hours staring at the computer screen working myself into a fat ball of nerves. I think I have my schedule figured out, though, so I guess that's good. As for the rest of it--major, grad school, life--I give up. Romance Languages has me on a fast track to nowhere and I accept that. At least I can think about my how my life has no direction in three different languages. That's enough for me.
Dinner cheered me up a bit. We were served pig skin. I kid you not. Skin of pig. Fried. It smelled like bacon and was fatty like bacon, but unlike bacon, this variety of fried pig still had HAIR on it. I was repulsed, and yet so very intrigued at the same time. I sat and sifted through the bowl for about 10 minutes, looking at every greasy piece of swine individually--appreciating each one's full mane. I only stopped when Cayman made me.
Do not for a second think that I let this vile excuse for food come anywhere near my mouth. No, no. I was cheered up only because I found it humorous that pig skin made it to the dinner table. But I honestly should not have been surprised after being served things like flan with green beans. Ew.
So I ate beans (no rice!) and veggies. There was also yuca, but yuca sucks. I'm over it.
Esmerelda brought us chocolate cake with chocolate fudge icing for dessert. She is trying to get on my good side I think. Admirable attempt, Esmerelda, but my heart belongs to Geovanny. I shall not waver.
Geovanny came by this afternoon at the height of my registration craze. He had a brace on his wrist. He said he fell off his motorcycle yesterday--he claims he wasn't drunk, but he is a mentiroso. Because he was going slow, he didn't get hurt too badly at all. So no big deal, right? WRONG! Geovanny is taking off work to tend to his injury. I told him that he's a big fat baby. He laughed, pinched my cheek, did the kiss thing, and said hasta luego mi amor. Weak sauce, Geovanny!!
And now it is 9:00. I should probably get started on that Spanish presentation I am giving tomorrow morning.. Ave Maria!
peace love and skin of pig
