At this moment in time...

So...I know I donºt write in this thing very often. Iºm sure all my friends and family back at home wonder what life is like for me. So, let me tell you whatºs going on through my mind.

I am currently at the office of my partner international non government organization in the provincial capital. I came here to complete a bunch of errands, which add up over time since I only come here once a month. On my list of ten things to do, Iºve only done six, but that is a major accomplishment considering that I only had 5 hours to do them and usually it takes two or three hours to get anything done. It doesnºt really matter exactly what Iºm trying to do, itºs just the line or the slowness of each process which sucks up time like an angry singularity.

Anyway, what I really wanted to say was, Iºm lonely. The last group, moz 13ers, just left a couple months ago...and considering how close I got to them, Iºve been in a major slump. Going to the club or drinking beers just doesnºt have the same feeling. Even though I only saw them once a month or so, it was still better than never.

So, when I went to the seed store to buy seeds, for the permaculture lesson Iºm giving in a couple weeks, and the girl started flirting with me...I went along with it and got her number.

Now, Iºm not going to get into any particulars, but lets just say thatºs something I never do. Iºm one of those shy dudes that doesnºt talk to girls. I get all red in the face and whatnot when a cute girl merely bats her eyelashes at me. So, there is only one explanation for my deviation in character...loneliness. Iºm trying to reach out for someone new to talk to and fill in this empty void in my soul.

I realize that this entry probably sounds hella stupid. It is pretty stupid. And, it probably doesnºt give the proper insight into my actual love life (which has actually been more than a little complex and overbearing than Iºm sure anyone can fathom...unless youºre really into those fake ass soap operas). But, I suppose I just needed to take this chance to vent. Iºve been mourning the loss of my colleagues for the past month and a half, and I really just need to let go and get on with my service. Of course, I am still waiting for all the students and teachers to return from their two month summer break (which occurs mid nov to mid jan) for the majority of my projects to start up again...so that makes it a little difficult to focus on the non'existent work load. And Iºm sick of this stupid keyboard setup which doesnºt give me the right symbols even when the key marks that symbol. Ugh. So, with that, I finish this entry.

Tchau.

Ha, eu menti (I lied). I have time to kill, since Iºm waiting for my boleia (free ride) to head back to my village, and access to this blog so I may as well continue writing.

Eh...oh, I know, Iºll type out the dialogue that occurred with the girl at the seed shop.

(Translated from Portuguese)
Me« Good morning.
Her« Good morning. Yes?
Me« Iºm looking for seeds. How much are they?
Her« Depends. What kind of seeds?

(Blah blah, discussed types of seeds and prices. Then she busted out some corn seeds covered in anti fungal powder)

Her« These arenºt to eat right?
Me« Oh no, Iºm teaching a permaculture lesson in my village.
Her« Oh, for the people living there?
Me« Yeah, Iºm a health volunteer.
Her« So you left your country to live in the bush?
Me« Yeah, I left the United States to volunteer in my village.
Her« The United States? Wow! Thatºs really far away. I thought everyone who looked like you was from China. (By the way, if I had a metical for every time someone asked me if I was from China, Iºd be freaking loaded)
Me« Yeah...nope.
Her« So isnºt it tough to live in the bush when youºre from the States?
Me« Yeah, but itºs worth it. I like what I do there.
Her« So, how long are you here for?
Me« Two years, but Iºve already been here for a year.
Her« And you already speak portuguese? Geez, you better be careful. You might end up marrying here.

...

Ok, I just realized that I donºt want to finish typing up the rest of that conversation. Itºs more private than I thought. Iºll just finish it with, she asked me to call her when I got back into the bush safely.

Alright, my buddy just asked me to come out to lunch with him. Guess thatºs my cue to head out.

Ate nunca, a pessoal.