Writer's Block: You Ate What? and Saturday stats.
I happen to have eaten many weird things in my relatively short life. I've eaten cuy (guinea pig), llama, capivara, wallaby, whale, haggis, termites, jungle ants and chicken feet soup. On my list I can also include a bunch of weird fruits and plants, amongst those granadilla (popularly called "llama snot"), some plant found in the jungle that's full of novocaine which numbs your entire mouth and a wide variety of strangecoloured cauliflower - all grown in the fields of Ciudad de los Niños.
On a completely different note, Norway just won the Eurovision 2009 with Alexander Rybak and the song "Fairytale" (see earlier post about this). As I currently am not in possession of a TV nor access to European programmes, I had to listen to the entire show on the radio. A radio that kept interrupting the show with stupid country songs and ESC songs from the 1960s. But, the point is, we won! We kicked ass with our Norwegian fairytales. We received 12 points from more than 12 nations (I lost count), and the competition will be arranged in Norway next May. Congratulations to Alexander Rybak, his dancers Frikar, and to Norway.
I wish I was in Norway right now. May 17th is the national holiday, and I would love to be preparing to join the parade at this moment, in the rush of winning the ESC. I'd love to spend tomorrow celebrating Norway, eating hotdogs and icecream and shake my head at how stupid the RUSS are acting. I'd love to spend the afternoon looking for people I know in the crowds, and go to a bbq at my grandparents' house in the evening. At the same time, there's no chance in hell I want to leave this place after I saw the reaction from all the boys in Sonrisa yesterday. I told Hugo: "That settles it, then. I'm not leaving."
Going out for food tonight, but it's just with my mum, as Kathi's not here anymore. I am strongly disliking being the only young volunteer here. It's lonely. We're going to some Thai restaurant. I'm missing the boys, and I saw them this morning, if you do not count Eric and Brayan, who came by to say hi earlier, in the midst of ESC.
Rosary prayers at 6 a.m. this morning went fine. It was cold and I was tired, but I had about six kids trying to warm my hands, so it was okay. We walked from the dirección, all the way to the gate, through the gate, crossed the street, and ended up in front of a statue of the virgin Mary, where there were prayers, then we walked back and had burnt milk for breakfast. Someone had put a heart-shaped bread next to my cup, I thought it was sweet.