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... the apartment will make me appreciate this place, as opposed to drain me of every ounce of energy that I have after a morning teaching highschoolers. I know that I will get out and explore, as there is so much I have not found yet on this side of the island. Everything is that much more accessible and I can't wait to wander the streets to see what I can find.
Here's to the start of a new attitude on this island and life in the sun instead of the shadows.
I went to the only church in Sant Antoni this morning and experienced the second Catholic service in my life, this time in Spanish. Although I understood only words and no real meaning yet, I am happy that I went and had the experience. It was good to be in a church during service, but I have to admit I was wildly distracted by a lot of things. First by the set up of the church, which I have come to know through visiting many churches ...
... the appreciation, the acceptance, the praise, I don’t ever want to leave or have to make the decision about if I find life elsewhere or come back and continue this life I am making. I want every day to be like yesterday and allow these people who have touched and filled my heart to continue to fill in all the crevices. I guess I need to amp up the Spanish studies and hope that the path is made visible as to where I am to continue this journey called life.
... bone in the shade. Where the humidity makes it feel freezing inside, but nearly unbearable outside because the air is so heavy. Where said humidity reaches 95% and feels like it is choking you while running at 930pm but then the same night gives you chills and feels like someone dumped a bucket of water on your bed.
There are days similar to those I experienced in cada lugares en Estados Unidos, where I felt alone and abandoned by everyone in my circle. When I ...
... that I am introduced to warms my heart. I even said "Seeing this stuff warms my heart" that night after seeing the dance. I don't know what it is about this country, but I had definitely captured a piece of me. Perhaps it will consume the whole of me. Sorry USA. :D (Dad, if it does, I will always come home to visit! And everyone can also get in touch with me!)
The process of making Olive oil.... The horse turns the wheel which "crushes" the olives. Then they put ...