me extrañaste?

06/04/08

I found out that I did not get accepted to JET. I sincerely thank God for answering this prayer. Lately, I have been filled with much anxiety about my life, where I'm going, what I'm doing, and I was starting to fear relocation to Japan and starting all over with a new, unknown language.

Yesterday, Paloma and Azael showed me how to make flautas. I skinned and shredded the chicken, wrapped them tightly in tortillas, and fried them. Meanwhile, they did all the women stuff like making sauce and talking about guys.

Last night, I went to a party at Azael's house. I was walking there from Paloma's at like 8pm and I found myself behind a garbage truck. There were two men following the truck on either side of the street throwing little, grocery-bag sized bags into the back of the truck. The truck driver seemed in a hurry to get off work and enjoy his Saturday night as he was driving much too fast for the men to keep up. The further behind they got the further they had to launch the trash bags into the back of the truck. It was really funny walking behind them. They reminded me of kids playing as Michael Jordon and Larry Bird shooting all threes.

The party was ok. It was pretty small throughout the night. A few of my friends from couchsurfing came: Reynaldo and Vincent (I think). It was good. I made my first friend who doesn't speak English. I think that's a step in the right direction.

Today, I was walking home from the Metro with my nose stuck in “Farewell to to Arms” and missed a turn and got lost in my own neighborhood. I kept walking and realized I was like a block from my house on the opposite side that I usually take. Anyway, Ernest Hemingway is that good. I'm only like 35 pages deep, but I'm loving it.

Not too much going on here. I see that my Cardinals are doing well with out me. I think I have a job interview Tuesday with GoEnglish!