The Going Gets Tough

When It Rains It Pours
Well, it was a pretty rough weekend.  I got super sick with the flu and pretty much slept for 3 days straight so that was fun.  Saturday night I woke up around midnight to all the dogs in the neighborhood barking like it was going out of style.  Then I heard someone jiggle my doorknob which completely freaked me out.  Then I felt like someone was peering in my window so I started getting out of bed only to hear a gunshot...so I shot out of bed and ran into the kitchen.  In the kitchen I found my mom pacing around with a butcher knife and my sister told me someone had been peering through her window.  As I sat down at the kitchen table, two of our male neighbors waltzed through our back doors with giant machetes.  They left with my brother and his giant gun to try to find the culprit.  I tried to go back to sleep.  The next morning I found out it was my brother who had fired the original gun shot to try to scare off the perpetrator...and apparently the perpetrator was an escapee from a local mental institution.  Hmmmmm....

So Sunday I was feeling pretty homesick.  I was still sick, I was overwhelmed with language and culture, and I was missing my friends, family and America in general.  I had the brilliant idea to watch one of the movies I brought with me from the states.  I got my suitcase down only to find my entire collection of movies was stolen from my suitcase in Uruguay. FML.

PCV Visit
This week we were all sent to stay with currently Volunteers.  I went South to visit a lovely girl named Sarah.  I hopped on the usual bus from my neighborhood Monday morning and about nearly passed out, but I finally made it to Sarah´s house around 4 in the afternoon and we had a fabulous visit.  It rained almost the entire 4 days...and Paraguayans don´t leave their houses when it rains... so we didn´t do much but it was so nice to relax and eat American food!  We made no bake cookies (so delicious), watched a bunch of episodes of Friends and Sex in the City, watched Super Troopers (Hilarious) and hung out and did what girls do best...talked!


Everyone in the community kept asking Sarah why I was so white.  That was a blast from the past...almost like high school all over again!  Paraguayans don´t like to have dark skin, so I think they´re all secretly jealous of my pasty, vampire like complexion. They also told me my legs were soft, l like a baby´s butt.  Why thank you, I haven´t shaved for days.


Well, sorry for the short post, but I´ve gotta run and catch the bus!