My Dear Friend Brooke sent me the link to do this, so here I am. Blogging. hehe.
For those already up-to-date, my weekend trips have not gone according to plan some reason. The one that did go according to plan was with an..interesting...group of people. With that being said, my Carnival Holiday trip to the Orient has been canceled. I'm a lot less crushed than I should be, but since nothing bad happened, it's fine. We're hoping to create a new trip.
I'm sore from yesterday. I ate something that didn't agree for whatever reason. Lunch is the big meal here, so that was where all the suffering came from. Jemina, the maid, is great. She made me manzanilla tea with anis seeds in it, chammomile and anise. As much as I hate chammomile, it really did make me feel better. She also cleaned up my mess that happened to occur in the shower. I felt terrible, but was too dizzy to do much about it.
Yesterday on the Ecovia (my life line to the world right now), a guy stumbled and we both laughed. After that, he kept trying to make eye contact with me, which I had a problem with since I'm 22 and he was no younger than 35. When the seat next to his standing area became available, he grabbed my elbow and showed me to that seat. He then stood with his belt touching my shoulder and every now and then touched my leg with his. I was crammed as close to the wall as possible and did nothing but look out the window. This is only once reason why I miss my personal space.
Camila's friend Daniel is here. He lives up the street, and is here about once a week. That boy knows more about American pop music from 1960-1990 than most Americans do. Daniel is 12. the first time I met him, he grilled me about what groups I liked and enjoyed all the music that I like. Fun kid.
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