At Least 30 Sentences (Give or Take 15)

It's nearing midnight and tomorrow begins yet another chapter in my adventures in Spain. I finished a difficult year at my academy by chatting with my students in the bar and exchanging emails with them, hoping to have finally made some actual Spanish friends in the end. Pretty Pete, who Esther had gleefully used as a makeup model for her instructional "How to Put On Makeup" final project, asked me if I do private classes. My heart gushed and I said no, ever conscious of the fact that I don't need money. I do, however, need some Spanish in my life. I told him he should be my friend and talk to me in Spanish and in exchange I would talk to him periodically in English. Not in so many words, though.

Tonight I stuffed the final sock into my big blue backpack and, not for the last time, regretted that the luggage leprechauns at United Airways saw fit to make off with my Samsonite carry-on at Christmas. How I miss thee, convenient-sized baggage! Picture me tomorrow morning at 7:15 a.m., making my way towards the buses to take me back to camp, full of excited children and violent scrapes and scars. While you're at it, picture me sleeping in the girls' cabin. And watching Desperate Housewives. And please do not picture me disciplining children or having a bad time, as we're working on the positive karma thing.

Oh yeah, and picture me with no internet or real mobile connection. For this internet fiend, camp is a bit hard on the cyberlife. There may be a few updates in the blog, but I'm not sure how often I'll be able to make it into the nearest city with a functioning internet access. I guess you could go outside and have some other adventures, and write me about them for a change. Oh yeah, and if you're real hard up for my stylized adventures, you could read a sentence a day. There's at least 30 of them. (Although at this point there's only about fifteen since I tend to traffic in commas and run-ons.)

Well, I'm gonna get some rest before my big day. I'm looking to get up early and swing by the pharmacy on the way to the meeting point. You can never have too much sleep-inducing Dramamine on a bus full of happy children.

PS - There's no way that 30 sentence thing is happening. Maybe you could read half a sentence a day? Thanks for that.