Stick that in your beltstrap.

So! Starting off the third week, and I might (shockingly) know enough vocabulary and grammar to be able to teach English to second language learners! Go Heather!!! whoot whoot. But really, my classes have improved greatly since the first week, so if this scale continues exponentially, then by the end of the third month I will be super teacher and have a great relationship with my students. We´ll see if the Inca idea for tomb building and the after life can translate into my job in the here and now. Maximo could be seen by some as a tomb, so it is possible, sí? Funny side-note: I just realized the key I had been using as an apostrophe is IN FACT an accent symbol. The apostrophe is somewhere completely different on the keyboard. One more for technology; God only knows what the score is at now, technology something astromonical, Heather 0... Moving along now. Of course there are enough factors keeping my classes like a roller coaster, it will be good or bad, but never constant. Maybe next month I can be the substitute, that is a lot of fun, just coming into classes and having a good time without having to be planning lame lessons. Granted you don't really build up the rapport with students, but anyway.

(This was Monday) Today marks my first pay day! It's awesome! Granted I'm not sure what my check will be since I hit up the snack bar at least once a day, and my spanish classes are deducted. However I did teach something like 7 extra hours this week. It should equal out...ehhhh.

Saving money is not possible at this altitude, I'm convinced.

I made lentil concoction last night (Sunday)! It was awesome! The spice section at the San Pedro Market was so incredible, I loaded up on cumin, black pepper kerns, fresh ginger, and I threw a little bit of all that into a pot of lentils, carrots, onions, sweet potatoes, and it looked and smelled awesome until the sketch cooking supplies at my disposal started malfunctioning... The pot was way too small for my endeavor, and so things started boiling over and then burning... But it was cooked enough to have a small portion microwaved and eaten. awesome. Nothing comprable to Angus' soups, which I would kill for right now, but it was something that left me nostalgic for home. I wonder how fast the next six months will go by, not that I want them to end anytime soon, but there's such a confusion of time here, I'm not sure how that will take a toll on my mental spirits. I have noticed that the only days to drag by are Mondays and Tuesdays. So if that's only two days a week, for however many weeks are in the six months I shall be working for Maximo.... do the math ... it's not that bad! Whoo hoo.