first journal

so yesterday i came home from a day of teaching english and ninety degree weather 32 C. i unlocked the door to my room (which is weird because for about 2 months i didn't even have a door) and flung my laptop and books on my bed, stripped my uniform shirt off and proceeded to do what every guy does no matter what country your in- go and look in the fridge. There's something to be said about the psychological relief that takes place when you look in the fridge. It is a feeling of security or what? It is always one of the first things I do, and usually there isn't a whole lot there. Anyway, while I was musing over the lack of food in the house, my door slammed shut like it has been doing the past two days on account of the wind blowing through our apartment. Not a big deal, right? Well, not until I tried to return to my room to make preparations for three hours of Spanish class did I realize that my door was locked! The wind had sucked the air out of my room forcing the door to bounce off the inside wall, pushing the locking mechanism in to engage the lock. Then the wind blew into my room slamming the door shut and barring me from entering.

Well, first I finished eating my rice and beans which my Haitian roommates had cooked up so as to think through the situation and not to panic. How was I going to get into my window, located on the third floor of an apartment right in front of the local university without being a spectacle?

As it turned out my roommate had a private stash of keys for the place and all was good, fewh! I was getting some pretty creative ideas, swinging down from the roof and so on.

So the pictures are of Rodney's sister. She's teaching me some cooking. The food she makes is awsome, and I mean awsome.

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