Ramblings.

I woke up this morning to the mad hammering of torrential rain on that tin roof. The sound galvanized a sweaty dream and the whole room cooled within a second. I was dreaming about Oreos and chasing down words with my teeth, and finding somewhere to hide everything that I remembered.

(I mixed those antibiotics from last week´s hospital visit with a benadryl to stop the heat from itching, and my head ran wild with dream.)

Then my alarm sounded, and I could smell the scrambled eggs the Señora was cooking and the coffee from Lorena and Justin´s organic farm, and the rain kept moving and it was morning.

It´s so hot here. I know mostly you´re in snow and hate me for saying that, but heavy heat is just as oppressive as the deep cold. For the last 3 days it was hard to move anything, anywhere. It was hard to breath. The moment any energy was exerted, skin would erupt and pour uncontrollably. It was actually kind of astounding...and disgusting, that much sweat.

One day, I drank 3 litres of water, in succession.

It´s hot here.

But the heat finally broke from those torrential rains and the weather has been softer since. This happens to have coincided with my decision to finally do all the touristy things Bocas. First, snorkeling in Dolphin Bay and Zappatista! Sadly, canceled by the rain.

After changing my reservation to Sunday, I went back home and did my homework. And the Señora fed me.. again.

The Señora has taken to feeding me whenever I´m in the house. And she goes to great pains to take the meat out of whatever she´s cooked...so I feel obliged. The other morning while I was trying desperately to get through the scrambled eggs with onion and tomato, grill cheese sandwhich, and half a pineapple, she asked me if I liked banana bread. ¨Si, Señora! Me gusta mucho la dulce de banana!¨

Never did I imagine that she would come out with a huge chunk of banana right then and there! Now I get banana bread with EVERYTHING else every morning and I´m sure I´m gonna burst... Or the 3 pairs of pants I brought with me will stop fitting me imminently.

(NOTE: No puedo comer mas- I can´t eat anymore- is a commonly uttered thing in my house, yet the food doesn´t get less or stop coming.)

Truthfully, it´s very kind and I´m happy for the home cooking.. mas. And I assume the banana bread is almost done with now, so... phew.

I´ve been here nearly three weeks to the day. So far, I can speak Spanish (almost), dance salsa (kinda), and cook rice and beans with coconut milk from scratch. And it feels so much longer than just 3 weeks... I can´t wait to see what happens next.

Miss you. xo