Saturday, January 30, 2010

A sweet kind of life

Blue Skys
That I still struggle with Spanish
That people still try to listen to me
Letters from home
Packages from Home
Vitual dates
gchat
My Peruvian neighbors
My brothers
My Economia Munial professor
George
That I rarely get out of bed to do Yoga
My English lessons
That I still hate cooking
That all my things would fit in one box
Books
That I rarely have a plan
That I've completely lost my life plan
Postcards received and sent
That I think 68* is cold
That I spent Christmas with two friends on a continent that isn't home
That we never hitch hiked
Sleepovers
Rooftops
That I can't seem to buy shoes
Cruzcampo
Dinner parties where I don't actually cook
Bartenders
Running into people I now consider friends
The Italian-Spanish Accent
How bureaucratic problems don't exist here (because they refuse to recognize them)
That I'm still not enrolled for next semester
The river

My friends who live in so many different countries I can't count them off hand
Tiramisu (“Pickmeup”)
That I can't spell
That I don't know any English grammar (and yet I teach it)
Dreams
Laptops in Bed
Tea
My laundry on my roof
The piano music which sometimes comes from the apartment above ours
My Bike
The absurd amount of cultural events
The music in the streets
The lights of the cathedral
School kids in school uniforms
Orange couches
Orange trees
That 1:15pm is a reasonable hour to wake up...

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

I love my postman

He brings me packages and letters. Recently he brought a Dating book from Ecuador, Stars from Seattle, Accounts of Journeys from Colombia, Insight from New York and Naked Buddhist Monk Postcards from India.

I may never go home.