I reek of insect repellent. I spray it on myself religiously because the mosquitos have decided that I am the most desirable human in the city of Puerto Plata. Speaking of not wanting to be desirable, I am seriously considering investing in a pair of sturdy crocks… they are pretty much the same as insect repellant- except for humans… anyways because of the mosquitos my feet are constantly itchy. But I would rather itchy feet than the snow any day.
And when its 15 degrees out and I’m feeling chilly enough to put on a sweater, I laugh to myself because comparing my sensitivity towards the cold here and in Canada is comical. I have extremely different tolerances, which is good because I need to wear pants to the school everyday… and if I was super sensitive to the heat I would melt- the same way I saw marshmallow in a jar morph into a giant ball of white gelatin today. Sometimes it is so hot in the afternoons that the Trident gym I bought at the airport in Miami sweats to death. When you put a piece of gum in your mouth it is flavorless because all the sugar and perspired onto the paper wrapping.
This morning I unpacked my suitcases and made myself grilled cheesen the afternoon I hung out at the school and talked to people all afternoon improving my Spanish. It is a good thing that I have been here before and I remember most of the people because this time around it is so much easier to just talk to people. It seems like most people remember my face as well, which is probably why this transition into Dominican is effortless.
After school, Lucila and Ramon on the way home parked the car at a random house and I had to wait in the car for them for a long while they discuses business with someone.. I realize how sketchy that sentence sounds, but they do have legitimate businesses- a bookstore, a snack store and a plethora of farms- anyways the point of the sentence is that I’m starting to feel more like their adopted English child, than some stranger living at their house, because that is such a typical thing that my parents would do/have done in Canada.
In the evening, I pulled out my Spanish textbook and decided to study it like my life depended on it, because it is somewhat tiresome never knowing what is going on. The only thing I am sure of is what time I need to wake up in the morning, past that I haven’t a clue. After a while, you just get used to not having to micro manage your life or worry about the small stuff.. Like the location you’re being driven too… Anyways studying Spanish, was a good effort but then I decided to watch Spanish TV instead to learn, it was a nice compromise.
Before going to sleep I once again coated my entire body in my new perfume “scent de la Repellent de Insects” <-just so you know that needs to be read in an over the top French accent.