lest you think I hate it here
I don't. Last night a heavy fog moved in and made everything muffled and Christmassy...kind of like snow. It's clearing off now, but it will be back tonight. I got up around 7, and made breakfast, then listened to Harry Potter on tape while I untangled my knitting project. There is something so soothing about undoing knots. Then I put on Grateful Dead and burned some incense(hey, man, I'm a peace corps volunteer), while taking a sponge bath. Talked to my neighbors about making soap and walked to town. So, here I am, conversing across the bandwidth with you all. I'm happy to see that Mark has arrived. It tals good.
And the people here, though sometimes annoying, are very nice, in general. Also, I have lots of really funny stories now. In the last week I have been asked if I am family of George Bush, if I weigh 190 lbs, if I'm a man or a woman...how can you not be amused? And then, simultaneously, kind of sad for people who, through no fault of there own, have such a limited view of the world. We are lucky in many ways, not so much to be americans, or to have money, but to have access to lots of different ideas. The education system here is pathetic.
And, it's mango season. 15 cents for a medium-sized one, 7 for a dollar. You should all be jealous. Unless you are allergic to them...some people get blisters around the mouth from them. Turns out they are related to poison ivy.
And the people here, though sometimes annoying, are very nice, in general. Also, I have lots of really funny stories now. In the last week I have been asked if I am family of George Bush, if I weigh 190 lbs, if I'm a man or a woman...how can you not be amused? And then, simultaneously, kind of sad for people who, through no fault of there own, have such a limited view of the world. We are lucky in many ways, not so much to be americans, or to have money, but to have access to lots of different ideas. The education system here is pathetic.
And, it's mango season. 15 cents for a medium-sized one, 7 for a dollar. You should all be jealous. Unless you are allergic to them...some people get blisters around the mouth from them. Turns out they are related to poison ivy.
posted by Hannah at 8:32 AM
5 Comments:
I am jealous -- I love mangoes! I have to re-learn every year how to dice them up for salads, salsa, and smoothies. I'm not allergic to them, but I've almost suffered serious knive wounds trying to cut them the right way!
Hannah, I love the photo of you! I like seeing the environment in which you work and live -- the same goes for everyone! Oddly enough, this photo is very similar of what I had in my mind of Ecuador -- the landscape, the sky, vegetation. And I'm glad you are enjoying your time there after all.
So, do you need the next Harry Potter on CD? (Hmmmm, can the rest of you say, Christmas present??)
(And weird tangent: My grandmother used to call green peppers mangoes -- very strange and I have no idea why! I thought for the longest time that peppers were mangoes!)
Totally unrelated to the type of mango dishes you'd eat in Ecuador, but I sure do love waffles topped with mangos and strawberry yogurt! Mmmm!
I have this recipe for chicken breasts with mango salsa and I make it with rice. So fantastic. Although I would appreciate any mango-dicing advice anyone has for me.
Hannah, FYI...I think the last time I longingly checked out mangoes in our grocery store they were like $1.38 apiece.
Hannah, i love the picture! you look so great! and from what i can in the background, the scenery is gorgeous.
i also love mangos. When Dave and I went on our trip to the Bahamas last year, they had TONS of mangos for us on the island. We were in heaven, eating our fruit while laying on the beach next to the surf. :)
p.s. stay on the safe side and claim that you don't even know who george bush is. :)
... and also... i wish i knew how to knit. or crochet... or do something with yarn.
I like knitting, but it bores me quickly. I finally finished a scarf this fall that I'd been working on for about three years. Yeah, it was about a foot and a half long when it was all said and done.
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