Well
it all finally wound down to the last day of terrible communication...
Just a question...have
any of you received any email that actually explains what has been going on
with me for these past 6 weeks? Because by the sound of things...I don't think
any of you even know that I have been here in Puerto Montt. Hmmm...that's rather
uncomfortable and ...sad.
But at least I'm
typing with some snazzy hands! We left this morning to drop Hermana Cordoba off
at the bus terminal and on the way, we passed by Hermana Carmencita (she's a
beautician) to drop off the remains of my dirty clothes... and she had me pass
into a room, sat me down, and said, ''I'm giving your hard-worker hands a
manicure!''
That was a pleasant
surprise! I definitely was not planning on coming home all pampered up.. She
even painted them....it was a blast and I'm still trying to get used to colors
on my nails... it’s been a good long year and a half! eesh...everytime I look
down at my fingers I double take and in a good Izma from the emperor´s new
groove voice (after she gets turned into a cat and has a weird voice) say,
''Are those myyyyyyyy hands?!''
Ha. Well I guess it
makes for a good story. #firstmanicureofmylife
Snazzy hands down, I
felt loved.
Today has been fun.
It's been nonstop pouring rain all day and Hermana Norton and I have been
running around like hooligans in these hardcore black mamba rain gear. We've
done some fun contacts as well!
I'm telling ya those
are jumps of pure joy!
That's the wind here,
not as bad as Punta Arenas... but it's more practical to just go without an
umbrella (if you can notice I'm the only one with one!) and face it with your black
mamba suit.
(and that's
where the computer shut off..)
Hermana Olson
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