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Published: November 6th 2012
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Lil guy.
Isn't he cute?! I'm pretty sure he's a male because he's so small. I didn’t sleep much last night. Partly because every five seconds I thought there was some sort of bug or, I don’t know, maybe A GIANT SPIDER on me, and partly because I bought an ebook book from Amazon and couldn’t stop reading it. Mostly the latter. Anyway, I woke up later than I wanted to and grabbed a shower. The awesome thing is, since they fixed my electricity, my showers have actually been a little bit warmer. They’re still not hot, per se, but they are definitely warmer than lukewarm now.
After getting ready, I decided it was time to do some real, scientific work. I swabbed my lil salamander (he’s only about 4cm long!) for the Chytrid fungus, and then grabbed some lunch. In order to tell you about my lunch, I’m going to need to give you some back story.
The other day (I think it was the day that I missed a blog entry), I went down to the little corner store and asked “Tienes pan?” (“Do you have bread?”) The guy behind the counter said “sí, sí” and handed me a loaf of bread. I also really wanted some potato chips and chocolate, so I grabbed a bag of chips from the shelf and then asked the guy behind the counter for chocolate. Then I checked out and went home.
As a quick aside, it cracks me up that, in the middle of nowhere Panama, the only other person besides me who isn’t Panamanian is the little Asian man who runs the corner store. He never even tried to speak with me in Spanish. I know my numbers well, but he just points to the number on the receipt. Maybe he doesn’t know Spanish either. He always says thank you to me in English, though.
Back to the story: I get home with my loaf of bread, my chips, and my chocolate. He grabbed two chocolate bars for me, so I ate one. Then I decided to go for the chips. I opened the bag and noticed that they were weird and fluffy. For some reason, I though maybe that was just how they cooked them, and popped one in my mouth anyway. Of course, they were those weird pork crisp things. I mean, come on, they were made by Frito-Lay! How could they not be chips?! I’m not a big fan of those, so I ate my other chocolate bar to wash it down (for the record, they were small chocolate bars). Then, I looked at the bread that I bought, and noticed that it read “sabor de mantequilla”. Unfortunately, I knew what that meant. Butter flavored. Seriously? Who eats butter-flavored bread? I ate the end piece to try it, and it was less than delicious. Weirdly enough, it tasted a bit like soapy bread.
Pulling this around full circle, after I swabbed the salamander, I ate peanut butter and jelly on this very weird bread for the first time. The Pb&J just barely masked the strange taste of the bread, and it still left me with an unsavory aftertaste. Plus it smells funny.
After my dismal lunch, I went to the office and got to work on my computer. At one point during the day, some chica who used to work there stopped in to visit with her family. She had lived in the same house that I’m living in and she said she was scared being there all by herself. Her mother asked me if I was scared and I said only of the spiders.
So there I was, sitting at my computer when one of the girls who currently work there comes in and starts saying something to me in spanish about photos. All of their words run together when they speak to me in Spanish, but I eventually followed her out, thinking that she wanted me to take a photo for her. Instead, I found that the girl-who-used-to-work-there’s brother wanted a picture of
me. I was a good sport about it and put my arm around the kid who was probably a couple of years younger and half a foot shorter than me, but it was weird. His sister explained that he hadn’t seen many Americans or something like that. He probably just figured that I’m a vampire or something because I’m so pale. Plus, I have red hair, which makes me even weirder.
After all of the commotion, I decided it was time for supper. I made myself pasta, but it was the strangest pasta I’ve ever eaten. It was incredibly doughy. Even when it was still crunchy, before I strained it, the outside was literally like eating bread dough. I mean, it didn’t taste bad, it was just wasn’t what I’m used to. Next time, I’m getting name brand noodles.
After supper, I went home, wrote todays blog and an extra blog about writing that I can use on a day that I don’t have anything better to talk about.
Sorry- that was a lot of information about a boring day. I hope it at least kept you semi-interested!
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Ronald Brantner
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Weird Tasting Food
Emmy, Thanks for the blog. We love hearing from you. It wasn't boring at all. Pappy says that since all the food tastes weird, he thinks you should try eating the salamander. Isn't he goofy!!!!! We went and voted this morning. We saw your Mom there. Then I went to WE CARE and babyset till almost noon. Pappy and I took the drapes down in the livingroom and laundered them this afternoon. They look a whole lot better. We are getting ready to get supper now. We have some fish and we're making macaroni and cheese. We'll probably watch election results this evening. I'm sure that will be the big item on the news tonight. We love you, Emmy. Have a good evening. Pappy and Grammy