Long time, sorry, and a long, long, long story. See, as sad as I was to say my goodbyes to the little ones, I had been masticating my nails to oblivion in anticipation of two weeks of pure relaxation, with only a few English classes (paid, with adults, the best kind) a day as any sort of freetime-breaker. I had big plans, I did--hiking around town, stretching out under the sun in the Parque Central, cooking, what have you. It was the thought of this copious luxury of time that carried me through the final, often toilsome weeks of class. And then, not a few days into my first week of awesome fun time, my stomach was all like, "So, it's free time you want? Something you haven't had a lot of since you arrived? Time
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