It’s impossible for me to accept that we only have 2 more days here. My friend Rachel left today – she’ll be home for 9 hours and then is flying to Israel, the safest place in the world, of course, for 10 days – and that first big goodbye should have been an eye opener…. but its denial for you. Still expecting her to walk in the door of the center and all of us to plan to go to dinner next week and where we’re traveling to next weekend.
It’s still in the 90s here, and we still only have 2 fans in our apartment between the 4 of us. We literally carry them around from plug to plug each time we move. I woke up this morning to a pillow quite literally soaked through with sweat. There are some things that I guess I won’t miss too much… and I swear, I will never take air conditioning for granted again. Yesterday, as I was sitting in the kitchen studying, I knew I had hit a new low: I had a bag of frozen vegatables on my neck, and had just pulled my shirt OUT OF THE FREEZER because I couldn’t bring myself to put it on after it had been warm from drying in the sun. Freezer-shirt turned out to be maybe the best idea of my life, and now periodically thorugh the day we through them in there for 10 minutes or so to cool down.
This IS a new low.
I’m going to start working on my list of things that can only be done in the US that must be done upon returning. Here’s what I have so far:
1. Flushing toilet paper down the toilet
2. Evesdropping on some random person’s conversation
3. Reading street signs
4. Ordering a hamburger and getting a patty of beef with ketsup and lettus and tomatos and so on, not some enormous hunk of maybe-meat stuffed with cheese
5. Walking down a sidewalk -not- as slippery as an ice rink
More to come — love you all!
