Monday, June 4

My Second Full Day. 2/7 of the way through.
Most of the group are going to another city, El Capulin, until Wednesday. I feel sick, so I'm staying home. I'm not hungry or thirsty & I feel clammy, & my stomach hurts. Several women are staying to cut har & wash clothes, so I'll have plenty to do, & a good bit of rest time to recover from whatever I have.
I'm excited about the hair cutting thing. There will be children to play with. Maybe I'll find the joy everyone else gets from being here. Maybe I'll learn to cut hair & even some Spanish.
I miss Jimmy, my parents, my bed, my shower, my bed, & Mercutio. I even miss my retainer. I clentch my teeth a lot, & the retainer made it so much easier not to hurt.
While everyone else is gone, I want to see if I can use a computer to email Jimmy & my parents. I think that if I can just tell them how much I miss them I'll be better. But I'm not sure.
I'm the only one inside staying, so I get the fan all to myself. :) And I get to learn to cut hair. Maybe I'll even knit.
I'm actually looking forward to this. I'm independent & worn out by people, so this is a great opportunity to be alone & recharge.
The nurse came up & told me to use today for recovery. She has me drinking a 1.5 liter bottle with one pack of Propel. I have to drink two of those today. I get soup for lunch! She is pretty sure I'm dehydrated, but says I may have a bug. If it's just dehydration, & I do what she told me, I'll be better by tomorrow.
"Dare You to Move" by Switchfoot is the theme song for the week. I've heard it every day so far. But I like it, so it's okay.
I think I'll take a nap.

I did sleep & drink A LOT & finally go #2. I feel a lot better. But I can't stop sweating.
I'm thinking about going downstairs & eating those Ramen Noodles the nurse left for me. Besides, I need to refil my water bottle.
Most of the girls are predicting that Tuesday will be the hardest day. It'll be their full day in El Capulin. They left earlier this morning & won't be returning until Wednesday. I'm excited about tomorrow. As long as I'm feeling better, I'll go with the ladies into the city & learn about hair cutting & play with the kids (hopefully).
It seems that this week is starting to pick up speed finally. I still think of home & the flight back, but I'm not nearly as weepy & homesick. I think I hit my low point of the trip & now I'm starting to get back up.

I ate my soup & it was good. The youngest girl here, Zoe, has started talking to me. She's 6 & very cute.
The ladies are back & Zoe wants to play hide & seek. Later, we're going to the city. I think it's siesta time right now. The ladies are sleeping & panning on eating at some chicken place later, before heading to the villa.
I really can't wait to go home. I'm longing for my bed & ability to talk to Jimmy. I forgot about asking to use a computer for email because I fell asleep. I can't wait to hug my parents & Jimmy & to do laundry & go to the spa & get my nails done & take a real shower.
I don't know how to spell it, but soup in Spanish is soap-a. I also learned that cow is vaca. I really prefer French over Spanish, but Spanish is a little easier to speak. Except for the part about rolling your r's. I can't do that.

There is another girl here. She just flew in today because she just got her passport last night. She's a nice girl & we get along.
I really really want to go home. I seriously don't think I can make it the whole week. My dad emailed me earlier today. I logged on a little while ago & replied. Unfortunately, it was his work email & I can't remember our new home email address. But I asked if it was expensive to get a flight change.
I want to go home more than I think I've ever wanted anything. I'm willing to pay whatever it costs to have my ticket changed, to get a taxt & go to the airport here alone, & to take an international flight alone. I want to be home so badly.
I'm thinking about calling my parents...but I may have just remembered our home email address...Yes! I'll email them now...