Well, Im happy to say this morning I had a peanut butter sandwich and a glass (really a small Nalgene bottle, not a glass) of warm (soy) milk. All thanks to my dad. He sent peanut butter packets and powdered soy milk mix. It was great. Its like I was home for a brief moment. Ha ha. Thanks dad.
Things here are going well. Last night I went to teach English at the Youth Center (and I even had a fun game to play with the students) but the power went out shortly into the lesson and we all went home. How sad.
I finally got the window in the cieling of my house to stop leeking. Its nice not to have to sqeegie the water out the door every day. Ha ha. Ive decided that having a house with the window in the cielling is a bit like a convertable. It seems so fun and cute at first but then you realize that wind noise in convertables is annoying, the roof leeks easily, and it really windy when the top is down. All of the sudden convertibles arent as cute anymore.
Not that I regret living where I live, I really like it. Its just funny the things you realize once you get accustomed to something. Also, over the window I have a sheet of plastic. Every time it gets hit by rain the sound is amplified all through the house. Its like sleeping in a tent when you can hear the rain hitting and you dread having to leave. Then you go outside and its not nearly as bad as it sounded from inside. That happens to me all the time. Ha ha. I think its going to be raining really hard out but its only sprinkling a little.
In Morocco they have Turkish toilets, right? So how do kids give each other swirlies? Well, Ill tell you (I saw it happen the other day at the public bath). Two kids were play fighting and the bigger kid was trying to put the littler kids head into the buckets of water they use in the public bath. There you go. Thats a Moroccan swirley. Of course it would be a bit difficlut to get mad at a kid, get him to go to the bath with you, change your clothes, enter the bath, fill up the bucket then try to dunk his head in it... but hey, you work with what you've got, right?
Ok, things here are still cold and windy and rainy. I tell people I cant wait for summer and they all tell me that it gets really really hot in the summer and I should not be wishing for it. I dont care. Im ready for summer - or at least spring.
3 comments:
That's great. I think your convertible will be more fun in the spring and autumn.
When I come and visit you we'll have to give swirlies to all the kids.
mmmmmm, nothing like a p-nut butter sandwich. I am ready for the spring/summer as well. I miss you Logan!
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