yeah i made another collage click on it
don tito, the keeper of knowledge
a farewell party for me
my legacy...one of three babies named caitlin, which of course is actually spelled "keyli"
Thursday, March 25, 2010
send me on my way
a farewell party for me
my legacy...one of three babies named caitlin, which of course is actually spelled "keyli"
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
wendy's quinceañera!
you've probably heard of a quinceañera, probably in a special text box in your spanish book called "cultural notes" or "growing up in latin america." today i went to wendy's quinceañera. it was very, very similar to a wedding. wendy's grandfather even gave her a ring at the mass. below you can see all of the ladies and gentlemen of honor with wendy and the priest.
ring boy looks at ring box with gusto
wendy is documented
the ladies of honor admiring the bride, er, 15 year old
back at the house, after an entrance procession set to music provided by the dj, wendy dances the traditional waltz with her main gentleman and then with all of the other gentlemen
this cake cascade is nicer than my life
wendy attacks!!
waitin for cake
this is a funny picture
a very fancy event. morena said she'd lend me nice clothes for it, which ended up being the shirt you see above and a jean miniskirt. but other people also came dressed like that. i felt like i was straight out of the party in the usa music video. on the front it says "BIKE CRAZY go to heaven well on wreels ALSO ORRELLGOING HEAVEN american sexy biker ride on the bike" and on the back it says "Exdmss your possnalhp in a from and mona in fhcahahsur mnnuor AVENGERS me nar the nerhuon toub ACOLESCENTS CROWD." looks like somebody got drunk at the typesetting machine. also, the shirt has a funny little hood that fluttered behind me in the many backs-of-pickups that i rode in today.
congratulations wendy. your birthday has been excellent, and i even thought the cake was moist. her parents are both in the states and were not present. kinda sad. i am thinking about going to the bronx and meeting everyone's brothers and sisters and aunts and cousins and whatnot.
congratulations wendy. your birthday has been excellent, and i even thought the cake was moist. her parents are both in the states and were not present. kinda sad. i am thinking about going to the bronx and meeting everyone's brothers and sisters and aunts and cousins and whatnot.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
spring forward, fall on your face
so remember how i was sick. turns out it was e. coli. i got the lab results right as i was feeling better. it was just a little bit of e. coli. i did feel a sense of accomplishment because i 1) exterminated e. coli without antibiotics and 2) you know your medical spanish is getting solid (no pun intended) when you can get the results of your stool sample tests over the phone in spanish. while i was on the phone i was thinking "damn, i know the word for leukocytes, i am the coolest." i was also thinking "nice lab lady, you looked at my poop." that's pretty much the end of the story.
the other two bunnies died the morning after christina aguilera. no broken legs or anything, just dead. sad. we now have three little bunny graves under the avocado tree, marked with little round rocks. now that we have buried things in the backyard we have really lived here. the only thing i can consistently keep alive is the compost pile, but to my credit, it is thriving. also we have a grill made out of a hubcap, and that means we live here too.
this week at work, i was limboing at the daycare, and after clearing the bar i hurdled forward and fell down and ripped my pants and cut my knee. and guess who thought it was hilarious? all of the small children. cause that's how dedicated i am to bringing joy to children. i have two weeks left here and then i fly away to dc. please eliminate all vestiges of winter.
the other two bunnies died the morning after christina aguilera. no broken legs or anything, just dead. sad. we now have three little bunny graves under the avocado tree, marked with little round rocks. now that we have buried things in the backyard we have really lived here. the only thing i can consistently keep alive is the compost pile, but to my credit, it is thriving. also we have a grill made out of a hubcap, and that means we live here too.
this week at work, i was limboing at the daycare, and after clearing the bar i hurdled forward and fell down and ripped my pants and cut my knee. and guess who thought it was hilarious? all of the small children. cause that's how dedicated i am to bringing joy to children. i have two weeks left here and then i fly away to dc. please eliminate all vestiges of winter.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
get in my volcano
this weekend i went to lake coatepeque, which is a volcanic crater full of water.
we went swimming at sunset. the water was pleasantly cold. it gets much colder after the shallow water drops off into the actual caldera. it is very clear water.
as the stars were coming out, we ate a hot everything-toppinged pizza on the dock. then there were an insane amount of stars, because there was no moon and we were inside a volcanic crater. i saw the best shooting star i have ever seen, it was like a firework. slam dunk meteor.
when i woke up in the morning my stomach felt uneasy. 3x diarrhea. 2x extended projectile vomiting. perhaps it was because i ate the ice in the cuba libre that the hostel owner had given us in the evening. i didn't even drink the cuba libre i just ate the ice. punished.
so i followed my usual afternoon prescription for having spent the morning ejecting the contents of my stomach:
1. down a gatorade
1.b nibble at a cookie
2. drink all of the coconut milk out of a coconut
3. spend 3 hours on a series of public buses on winding mountain roads, preferably with drivers who show equal zeal for the brake and the accelerator, even more preferably while inhaling greasy odors
and bam i'm all better. just kidding i'm making porridge right now.
when i got home one of my bunnies was dead. both of its hind legs were mysteriously broken. we buried it under the avocado tree. if i had named the bunnies beyonce, shakira, and christina aguilera, i would say that the one that died was christina aguilera. i was sad. but i had already braced myself for this possibility. it's just us now, beyonce and shakira.
as the stars were coming out, we ate a hot everything-toppinged pizza on the dock. then there were an insane amount of stars, because there was no moon and we were inside a volcanic crater. i saw the best shooting star i have ever seen, it was like a firework. slam dunk meteor.
when i woke up in the morning my stomach felt uneasy. 3x diarrhea. 2x extended projectile vomiting. perhaps it was because i ate the ice in the cuba libre that the hostel owner had given us in the evening. i didn't even drink the cuba libre i just ate the ice. punished.
so i followed my usual afternoon prescription for having spent the morning ejecting the contents of my stomach:
1. down a gatorade
1.b nibble at a cookie
2. drink all of the coconut milk out of a coconut
3. spend 3 hours on a series of public buses on winding mountain roads, preferably with drivers who show equal zeal for the brake and the accelerator, even more preferably while inhaling greasy odors
and bam i'm all better. just kidding i'm making porridge right now.
when i got home one of my bunnies was dead. both of its hind legs were mysteriously broken. we buried it under the avocado tree. if i had named the bunnies beyonce, shakira, and christina aguilera, i would say that the one that died was christina aguilera. i was sad. but i had already braced myself for this possibility. it's just us now, beyonce and shakira.
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