I'm off to Buenos Aires tomorrow...I couldn't be more excited! Check for pictures on Monday.
Some bad news though is that I've been sick. I had to go into the hospital last night, which was a real pain, but I decided to do so that my host mom wouldn't keep worrying about me. I've been having this dull, burning, corrosive-feeling stomach ache for the past week or so, and it got really bad last night. Some of my friends here have been sick with stomach things, so its probably just that, but since I'm slightly paranoid I've managed to convince myself that I have an ulcer.Hopefully I'll feel ok when I'm in Argentina. My host mom takes the fact that I'm sick as a sign that "my way" of taking care of myself isn't up to snuff, and she should take over : ) I've been following all her orders--I'm too tired out to argue, and maybe she's right about some of these things anyways, who knows. So I've been wearing a scarf (its 70 degrees out), wearing enormous slippers, drinking strange-tasting, mysterious teas, not sitting near windows, etc., to appease her.
Still, being sick is kind of nice. I got to sleep in this morning and then had breakfast in bed. Then I talked to my parents and Dylan on the phone...Dylan sang some Japanese pop songs for me and I laughed so hard I cried. Anyone who has heard Dylan sing before will understand this perfectly : D Tonight I talked to Jaime online for a long time and had an amazing time. I miss her. Though I have mixed feelings about going back to Grinnell, I'm anxious to see her and Lee Anne again.
My host mom made apples cooked with cinamon for dessert tonight...yummm : )
Some bad news though is that I've been sick. I had to go into the hospital last night, which was a real pain, but I decided to do so that my host mom wouldn't keep worrying about me. I've been having this dull, burning, corrosive-feeling stomach ache for the past week or so, and it got really bad last night. Some of my friends here have been sick with stomach things, so its probably just that, but since I'm slightly paranoid I've managed to convince myself that I have an ulcer.Hopefully I'll feel ok when I'm in Argentina. My host mom takes the fact that I'm sick as a sign that "my way" of taking care of myself isn't up to snuff, and she should take over : ) I've been following all her orders--I'm too tired out to argue, and maybe she's right about some of these things anyways, who knows. So I've been wearing a scarf (its 70 degrees out), wearing enormous slippers, drinking strange-tasting, mysterious teas, not sitting near windows, etc., to appease her.
Still, being sick is kind of nice. I got to sleep in this morning and then had breakfast in bed. Then I talked to my parents and Dylan on the phone...Dylan sang some Japanese pop songs for me and I laughed so hard I cried. Anyone who has heard Dylan sing before will understand this perfectly : D Tonight I talked to Jaime online for a long time and had an amazing time. I miss her. Though I have mixed feelings about going back to Grinnell, I'm anxious to see her and Lee Anne again.
My host mom made apples cooked with cinamon for dessert tonight...yummm : )
posted by Julia | 4:43 PM
2 Comments:
Hi Julia,
I sure am sorry to hear you haven't been feeling very well. AND I certainly hope it doesn't put a damper on your trip to B.A. I printed out days and days of your blog so that we can catch up at home. Fred has found time to read it, but I haven't yet. We both think you are having way too much fun. I guess you still find time to go to school....???? :-) I hope you feel better soon. Stay away from those drafts and open windows. Love A. Margie
Hi Auntie Margie, Thanks for the comment. Yep, I'm feeling mostly better. It seems that a vacation was all I needed ;-) It seems like such a pity to come back to classes...classes, who needs those! I just finished a 5 page essay on Carnaval Theory in Chilean Literature, so I guess I'm doing sooooome work.
I hope Mutt is doing ok.
Do you have a photo site yet? You should really set one up, I'm sure you have some great ones accumulated by now.
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