much better
One day makes quite the difference. I woke up today to lots of sunshine reflecting off the white building across our back courtyard. I had a lot more energy than I did yesterday and my stomach felt a bit better. I rolled out of bed and was just preparing my coffee when Christie walks in with her friend Sam. (All the background knowledge I have on Sam: she's half Indian, 6'1", goes to the University of Maryland, and participates in beauty pageants.) They brought an assortment of pastries with them which we all sampled.
After getting ready, I left for school. I picked up a package my uncle sent me and talked with my program director. I was supposed to go for a coffee with him and the rest of the group yesterday, but getting some sleep was a better choice. He seemed almost immaturely upset that I wasn't there. I had said that I was going when I last saw him and had been looking forward to it, but feeling crappy + stomach cramps + walk in the rain + rich coffee =/= good idea or happy me. At the meeting they talked about an end of the semester picnic, finals and grades, and the strikes/riots that are going on. The students have gotten the labor unions involved with protesting the new labor laws (which are being created to benefit young people). They're basically going to attempt to shut down the country on Tuesday, the day Christie is supposed to drop her last friend off at the airport to go home and the day we're supposed to give our big economics presentation. Both those things should go on no matter what; the bigger dilemma would be if the strike continued for any length of time. The teachers are required to hold classes for twelve weeks whether there be cancellations, strikes, whatever. This strike could push back the end of my classes until the end of May. It's unlikely, but it's a possibility. Regardless, any travel planning will be put on hold until further notice.
I returned home to an empty apartment. Christie and her friends went sight-seeing and Charlie went to Prague this weekend. My uncle sent me coffee and chocolate covered cherries, but no note inside the box. I used the quiet time to work on my economics presentation. I really should have started working on this a few weeks ago, but I feel like I know what I'm doing much better now and found all the information I'll need.
Christie, Sam, and Edan came back and we all went out to dinner at a very laid back restaurant. I had a salad with a goat cheese pastry and sesame encrusted salmon with rice. Then we walked down to see the sex district and took a tour of the Musee de l'Erotisme. It was interesting and worth a visit. There was a surprising amount of images depicting bestiality and clergy members having sex. There were also early photographs of prostitutes on the streets and girls in brothels. Before reading the captions, I wondered if a few of the photos showed men dressed in drag. Many of those women were very unattractive.
Christie picks her last friend up from the airport tomorrow. Sleeping arrangements should be interesting.
After getting ready, I left for school. I picked up a package my uncle sent me and talked with my program director. I was supposed to go for a coffee with him and the rest of the group yesterday, but getting some sleep was a better choice. He seemed almost immaturely upset that I wasn't there. I had said that I was going when I last saw him and had been looking forward to it, but feeling crappy + stomach cramps + walk in the rain + rich coffee =/= good idea or happy me. At the meeting they talked about an end of the semester picnic, finals and grades, and the strikes/riots that are going on. The students have gotten the labor unions involved with protesting the new labor laws (which are being created to benefit young people). They're basically going to attempt to shut down the country on Tuesday, the day Christie is supposed to drop her last friend off at the airport to go home and the day we're supposed to give our big economics presentation. Both those things should go on no matter what; the bigger dilemma would be if the strike continued for any length of time. The teachers are required to hold classes for twelve weeks whether there be cancellations, strikes, whatever. This strike could push back the end of my classes until the end of May. It's unlikely, but it's a possibility. Regardless, any travel planning will be put on hold until further notice.
I returned home to an empty apartment. Christie and her friends went sight-seeing and Charlie went to Prague this weekend. My uncle sent me coffee and chocolate covered cherries, but no note inside the box. I used the quiet time to work on my economics presentation. I really should have started working on this a few weeks ago, but I feel like I know what I'm doing much better now and found all the information I'll need.
Christie, Sam, and Edan came back and we all went out to dinner at a very laid back restaurant. I had a salad with a goat cheese pastry and sesame encrusted salmon with rice. Then we walked down to see the sex district and took a tour of the Musee de l'Erotisme. It was interesting and worth a visit. There was a surprising amount of images depicting bestiality and clergy members having sex. There were also early photographs of prostitutes on the streets and girls in brothels. Before reading the captions, I wondered if a few of the photos showed men dressed in drag. Many of those women were very unattractive.
Christie picks her last friend up from the airport tomorrow. Sleeping arrangements should be interesting.