Yesterday after I wrote I went to my killer history class, where no one really can understand her... its actually a bit comical, you can look around the class and see blank stares, mouths open. ha. I then ventured to the centro to try and find a gift for my host mom. (the attempt failed, due to our sore feet and not really wanting to walk around to look for a watermelon something.) We walked all the way from our school to the centro, which is a pretty good walk. then we walked around trying to find a waffle resturant for comida. no luck. we settled on the italian cafe in plaza de perros. we let our sore feet take a rest then ventured to the bus stop. home i went then studied for an insaine amount of time for the test that i just finished taking. ugh. yucky. now i should be starting on a composition. no time for sitting around here. i am torn, the fun things here could be just as benifical to improving your language, but you are not getting graded on them. ugh. yesterday we got some really good churros and my stomach is rumbling for some more. tonight i think i will go and try to meet up with dr. merrill, peter, and yancy... i still cannot get over the fact that almost the whole crew is here from last year... minus jason, lee and ignacious. ha. hope all is well. off to start my composition.