I think I may need to start filtering my water again as I’ve had a stomach bug for a week. There is no prettier place to feel crummy, though. It’s wonderful to rest in a hammock amidst a beautiful rainforest with a crisp breeze. Until I open my eyes and see a strange women standing over me who says, “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought this was the school.” Ahhh, silly tourists. So down came the alphabet posters that the previous volunteer posted on the wall.
Sometimes, however, tourists can have impecable timing. Since I only have 1 set of sheets, I went to a laundrymat outside my community. On the way back, the bus broke down. With the hood open and several belts in hand, the bus driver’s ameliorating labors seemed promising. Then, after 10 minutes, he entered the bus and said, “Ok, I need to use someone’s cell phone.” Looked like me and my big bag of laundry were walking an hour home. Just as soon as I had paid my partial fare and hopped off the bus, a van pulled up, and a familiar face asked, “Need a ride?” Heck yes I did. So, I hopped aboard and was greeted by a group of smiling American tourists saying "Hi" in unison. Thanks to the my tour guide friend, I enjoyed a lovely, smooth, and airconditioned ride back home. Ahhh, the fabulous tourists.
