About time...

Time is a funny thing here.

I came in knowing all about what I lovingly refer to as 'Latino time' (where things are allowed to go at their own pace, and schedules are very loosely followed). But what I wasn't prepared for was just how strange time works here.

On the one hand, every day feels like it's as long as two or three. A few days feel like a week, a week feels like a month. I think this is because we wake up so early to go work at the comedor (7:00) and get back around 2:00 (at which time everything closes and I usually take a long nap). The sun doesn't set until after 9:00 p.m., dinner isn't until after 11, and people don't start going out for the night until 2:00 a.m. - it's amazing that people are actually able to wake up in the mornings for work.

On the other hand, it's hard to believe that two weeks has already passed. I'm only here for about eleven weeks total, and I've already made a substantial dent in that. Other people in the program are already preparing for their departure, and we've been getting new people.

Ultimately, I think I just wanted to talk about time because I feel bad that I have yet to post any updates yet. I'm going to work on correcting that, since I have been taking a lot of pictures and have quite a few stories already, and we have wireless in the house so I don't really have any good excuses for not writing anything.

Hasta pronto!