Tuesday was a good day at school. I’m in 2 gym classes, an art class and a class with I think 4 year olds. They could be 5. I don’t remember. But I have another fan in that class. I did half of the class by myself playing games with flashcards having them identify the different classroom objects they’re learning. After school I went to lunch at the school cafeteria. It was definitely an experience eating there because all of the students that were there would randomly yell hello to me or just stare as I ate. They make me feel famous. The one little girl came over and said something about me being Jorge’s girlfriend who is the little boy in my last class on Tuesdays that started yelling “No te vayas!” (don’t leave!) when I started to head to towards the door. Haha. Oh boy.
After lunch I went to finally pay for my hostel. When I checked out on Saturday, they just told me to come back another day because Andres wasn’t sure how to do everything. I love that he trusted me so much to come back and pay. Back at the piso, the 3 of us did a little shopping for food and miscellaneous items and researched our wi-fi options. Eddie and I made our first attempt at making an actual dinner. Our spaghetti and salad were a success :)
Wednesday was our orientation thing in Toledo for the program. One of the teacher’s Eddie works with drove us and Piedad. Toledo’s like an hour away and it was a nice way of seeing the countryside. Our meeting was awfully boring. We sat there forever listening to people talk about all sorts of things. It was like death. Then we had lunch which was decent. Then we escaped for some coffee to wake me up. The rest of our meeting thing was a little less boring and then we were finally set free around 5. Soon after we got back I went for a run. I ran 4 miles around the city on Sunday but this time I ran out of the city, towards who knows where and it was a fantastic run- about 6 miles maybe a little more. But it’s like the perfect route, there’s this path along side of the road and it just goes on forever and I passed a few other runners, bikers and random cute old people out for walks together or with their dogs. They all looked at me really funny but smiled and responded as I greeted those I made eye contact with. But I totally feel like the weird girl in town when I run because people literally stop and stare at me. Oh well. They’ll just have to get over it.
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