is that a mushroom? "no, those don't exist in this country, that's a chicken heart"

i'm tired. its been a long day, and only get more tomorrow. i want to go to sleep, but we had sopa de menuda (chicken parts soup) for dinner and i'm hungry, only i'm not the only one, as all the volunteers are hungary, because none of them actually eat it. each time we have it i eat a little bit more. tonight i fabian gave me lots of "stones," some might even call them organs. since the boys at my table didnt receive nearly as much as i did, and since i still dont like eating it so much i gave a stone to each boy at the table...leaving myself with a reasonable helping of livers and lungtype things. i ate everything left on my plate and washed it down with the tortillas that i had, a nice bland dry sort of corn, boiled, pounded, smashed, cranked, and cooked. it makes the soft meatlike stones almost palletable if you swallow quickly enough, but you just cannot avoid the smell. its so much to eating and you can never run away from something bad smelling...like a fart at a nice restaurant, how can you really take that next bite until the fans or wind whisks the uncanny beannieness away?
there's work to be done, but it can wait until tomorrow...possibly even for the evening, that would be perfect, to work, play, work, eat, work, sleep.
hmm
another volunteer the other day told me "i cry, i feel like i'm the only one here who does that, but then i found out that we all hate our jobs"
you might, but i most certainly really like my job. there's so much that i'm learning and developing, its a job perfect for who i am and what i've studied and wish to do
"well you've got the easiest job here"
for your information i spent the afternoon getting hit by tiny children, having them throw dirt, grass, and stones at me, while they called me ugly. i laughed it off because (thanks to brianna, the newjersian) that's really the only thing you can do. it is. the more mad you get, the more they do it. the more you laugh, the more they do it too, but at least you're laughing...right? in the end my boss told me he didnt have the patience to take the photo today, and i concurred. we made a raincheck for wed. we'll see how that turns out.
as for the volunteer, she and her friend passed me, as i limped back to our house tonight, on the sidewalk, almost knocking me off the sidewalk and taking a few more steps before thinking to pause in her conversation say "excuse me." then she tried to close the gate to the house on me as i waited furiously behind them, and then asked if i wanted to come in. no "hello, how are you" "sorry i almost ran you over, its rush hour here in the middle of nowhere and i've got to get where i'm going before those cops figure out i'm walking without insurance on this jam-packed, all of 3 people, sidewalk" nothing. nothing but a second hand omission, an afterthought with the citybrisqueness and inhospitability of northern cold arrogance. maybe i'm being a little too harsh, but i have to take on a different personality when i go to teguc, or any city for that matter, and i refuse to wear that suit in the country where people should live like they are in the country, not the cold blustery streets of chicago.
like i said, i'm tired. they've finished cooking and eating, and i can enjoy some peacefullness, even though calgary lost to chicago. don't worry, tomorrows another day with another photo.