So this week was pretty busy because I had tests Wednesday and Thursday in my grammar and Spanish-American Civilization classes. It was so busy, in fact, that Laura and I skipped our volunteering on Thursday for the first time since we got here so we could study. I felt a little guilty because the kids at the guardería are starting to recognize me and run up to me and give me hugs when I come, but school comes first, and it was the only time we’ve skipped so far. I think it was justified from the time we walked to the guardería in the POURING rain during Feria and were absolutely soaked the whole day, or the time we got pooped on by birds while walking over.
But anyway, the test on Wednesday was really easy, so I was happy about that. But Thursday’s was pretty hard and I’m thinking I didn’t do so well, but whatever. Such is life.
Today I didn’t have classes so I got up bright and early to go for a morning jog for the first time in a while, and it was pretty good. It’s getting really really hot here, as in this weekend it’s gonna be in the 30’s, aka mid-90’s. (A quick side note: to convert Celsius to Fahrenheit, double the temperature and add 32. And another random side note kind of related, to convert kilometers to miles, take ten percent of the distance and multiply it by 6. I can thank running for knowing that, I figured it out from knowing a 10K equals roughly 6 miles.)
But anyway, back to my story. So, I was out running this morning, and on my way back I stopped to stretch at my usual place in the park. After I was done, I started running out the park when all of a sudden a moto riding on the sidewalk rounded the corner and crashed into me. I was like, whoaaaaa lady!! (I didn’t literally say it cuz I was caught off guard, but I was thinking it.) And then SHE starts yelling at ME in Spanish, and is like, “what are you, eight???” And I’m just like, “Lo siento (Sorry)” and kept running.
I think she was still yelling at me while I was leaving, but it was obviously her fault because 1. she was driving her stupid moto on the sidewalk, and 2. She didn’t stop and/or slow down around the corner. But yea, so I’m probably gonna have a pretty sweet black and blue mark on my leg since I bruise like a peach.
So today and tomorrow I’m basically just going to be working on my research paper for Spanish-American Civilization. We got to pick our topics and I’m writing about pirates!!! It’s pretty interesting, so I’m not minding the research too much.
Well, I suppose that is all for now.
Hasta luego.
2 comments:
I think my favourite part of this post was hearing about the bird poop again. And the pirates.
It's a picture that will remain in my mind. Of course, for some of us, the birds might as well fire away; everybody else does.
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