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Hello, HoverDad here (although you may have already guessed that by the author line, assuming I set this thing up to show the author.  If not, tough).  Our year (and by year, we really meant eleven months, but who’s counting?) in Guabito, Panama has come to an end, ten months early.  Our Lils has scampered off, and is at this moment (assuming that you are reading this within ten hours or so of posting) on a bus to the Big City.  Yes, she is off to La Chorrera, Panama!  Oh, that’s not the Big City?  Well la-dee-da.  Fine.  The bigger than Guabito city.  La Chorrera, home to waterfalls, famous sportsball people, and most importantly, some basic infrastructure that was unfortunately lacking in Guabito.

I would have loved to have seen Lils finish out her exchange in Guabito, but since it is an educational exchange, not a humanitarian exchange, she had to move on to somewhere with the electricity and running water and reliable class schedule that she needed for her education.  And really, I’d think they would want someone more human for a humanitarian exchange . . .

Anyway . . . good luck Lils.  Hopefully your 200 year bus ride won’t be too exhausting.  And if anyone has any ideas on how Guabito, a town surrounded by rivers, can create a reliable water supply, maybe we can ship Lils back down there to work on the water system in a few years on a humanitarian exchange.  She should be able to withstand the horrors of drain grime by then.

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My classmates

Journal Entry 11


-Just remember, if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English!

The grandmother stayed over last night. My guess is that the bag Nataly was carrying had her stuff in it, and that she usually stayed with Nataly and Elizabeth. She brought our number back up to 7. I really need to get out of here.

Seems one of the girls from yesterday saved me a seat. I’m glad. I figured to day would be them all asking me to sit by them. I really need to learn their names… Today, the first period seems to be French. English is after the recess. Damn. It’s tomorrow that we have a double period of English first period. And I don’t think there was any homework in the classes, because nothing was written on the board, and I couldn’t hear the word ‘tarea’ being mentioned. Mom, your pathetic attempt at Spanish ‘hernea’ yesterday shames me… Read the rest of this entry »

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Me in my uniform

Journal Entry 4


-If you’re traveling upstream in a canoe, and a wheel falls off, how many pancakes can fit in a doghouse?

So, going by the time on my nook(as I do not yet have a cellphone), I woke up today at 4am. I really am hoping this is incorrect, seeing as I spent most of the night awake.

Just looked at the clock during breakfast (which was fried food AGAIN). It said 6:48. Which means I must have woken up at 6. This comes as a relief. Not much of one, but still.

My sister spent much of this morning trying to get me to take a shower. I do not like showering out of a bucket with smelly water, so I will do it as little as possible. Plus, the fan kept me cool last night (I even had to use the sheet as a really thin blanket), so I don’t smell bad. Then again considering the water, I don’t exactly smell good. Also, it’s been 3 days or so since the bus, and I still do not feel well. MY stomach keeps cramping, and I’ve thrown up twice. Once in the shower, and once last night. Read the rest of this entry »

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Carol and a banana

Journal Entry 3


-Sometimes, I pretend to be normal. But then it gets b-o-r-i-n-g, so I go back to being me.

I really don’t know that I can do this. The bed might be the final straw. It’s very uncomfortable and the springs keep poking me. I just want to go home and see my family, use my own shower, wash my hair, use a flushing toilet. I really don’t want to be here. I want my own room back, and some place I don’t feel like I’m melting. Somewhere where washing your hands after using the restroom is common. That would be nice.

I wonder… if I copy the data from the internet key, all the files, and put them on my computer, would I be connected to the internet? I’ll have to remember to ask dad. That and how long I really have to wait before I can come home. I did not foresee this potential future, and now that it is a reality, I can’t stand it. Read the rest of this entry »

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My host sister, Nataly

Journal Entry 2


-I talk about the gods, I am an Atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.

Ok, traveling by bus sucks. Although, mostly the second bus sucked. It was small, hot, and the guy sitting next to me kept sleeping on my shoulder. But anyway, I am now at my host family.

So, I now have a younger sister, Nataly, who is lying on her bed across from me. She is very nice, and surprisingly patient. My Spanish is not good at all, but she waits for me to find the word I am looking for in my dictionary. I also have two older brothers. Juan Carlo is the oldest one (I was told he is a police officer) and Juan Diego (who seems to attend College in Panama City, but might also have just been visiting. And college might just mean High School) is the older one.

The Mom and Dad are very nice and Patient as well. It’s just surprising. Read the rest of this entry »

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Lils in carport

Journal Entry Number 1


-Oh! I see! I’m the crazy one here! You tell ME that, but not the fat man who’s stuck in my chimney, or the massive bunny that seems to be laying eggs, or the deranged fairy who just STOLE MY TOOTH!!!

Ok, to save time, space, originality, and creativity, I am not going to bore anyone (myself) with a precise description of the plane ride. Suffice it to say, I was nicknamed Kitty by Pheobe, who reminds me of one of those stately and mature cats. The ones who sit on the windowsill and watch life beyond the glass. The cat does not possess that life, but creates her own, all the while keeping in mind the various forms life takes. Although, Pheobe’s abrupt panic/excitement regarding our first view of Panama (which involved much movement and a camera) momentarily transformed that stately cat into the one who jumps to the opposite side of the glass and hurls herself into life on the other side. Read the rest of this entry »

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