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there's so much to say. so much. i wish i knew where to start. i feel like a little kid, walking down the street alone for the first time, a wanderboy. i am different from everyone but no longer a stranger. everyone says hello to me. i teach english. i talk to people that are so poor they dont have shoes. i see joy in the face of a 2 year old boy, and know that everything will be ok. i have dinner where i always do, and take my own turn teaching Fernando how to read, and confide my secrets to his two year old brother. and there's a girl. she came over twice today, unannounced. she sat in my hammock. and her friend wore my cowboy hat.
and the days go by so fast.








some days are still really hard. and i dont know why. im kind of hard on myself. i came here wanting a change. im getting something else.