homestays is for losers
So... after 3 days of excess the other week i got a really sick kidney. I thought I just wasn't up to the partying, but it turns out i just got an infection. It was great, i had a fever and no energy to get out of bed at all and I had stabbing pains in my side and fell down and nearly fainted in front of lots of people a couple of times. I was staying with this totally awesome Catholic Guatemalan family for a week, supposedly it's supposed to help you practise your spanish, and it was really great, the mother didn't want to help me at all... she looked annoyed at me everytime i asked for something eg. water because i was running a high fever and couldn't leave the house. One time she told me when i was trying to refill my bottle that there was no water, even though when i went round the corner there was a bottle in the kitchen. It was the best experience ever but I decided to bail before my time was up and went back to the hostel where i'd been the week before, El Gato Negro. It was good to be back amongst other sinners who didn't judge me (maybe my disease was a punishment from God for being a bad girl and partying so i didn't deserve any help?) and recuperate for a few days in bed. It was a real struggle not being able to drink for a few days as i was on really strong antibiotics, but somehow i made it and now I am actually leaving Antigua! :P I'm on the road again with a few Israelis, off to the lake for some R & R :) Hurrah for everything!! I even managed to get drunk last night, wow. More from the lake!