I've become convinced the Guatemalan family with which I'm living is in fact running a drug ring from our home. I say this because no member of the family seems to work, yet we live in a nice urban home and enjoy many amenities. Also, the doorbell seems to ring at odd hours. There are no easy explanations.

"It was my first soccer game."
I can't believe I haven't written about the soccer game. I thought I'd told all about it, but looking back on my entries it doesn't seem to be there. On Saturday night a group of students from the school attended a seemingly sold-out soccer match pitting Quetzaltenango against a nearby city whose name I forget. It was my first soccer game and I really didn't pay much attention. Having grown up in the US and specifically the South, I'm not allowed to like soccer or ice hockey. Nevertheless, watching the crowd was entertainment enough. They were probably pretty tame by Euro-hooligan standards, but it all looked crazy to me. There was throwing of garbage onto the field and at opposing players, the igniting of pyrotechnics in the stands, and the screaming of various Spanish obscenities. I think Quetzaltenango won, but considering the absence of any discernible scoreboard, I'm not sure.

An Insane Crowd of Fans Prepares to Riot

An interesting narrative come from a female friend's ill-fated expedition to the restroom. It was related to me first-hand as follows. She crosses through the door to the completely dark restroom and her sandal-clad feet drop into a puddle of unidentified liquid. The overwhelming smell of ammonia hung in the air. To her horror she realized it was not a simple puddle, but indeed several inches of standing urine on the floor. Defying logic, she continues toward the toilet. Turns out the toilet is slightly downhill from the door, as evidenced by the rising urine levels on the floor. When it reaches her ankles she decides she can go no further. Remember, she's wearing sandals.

"She completed the mission she came here to accomplish."
I will forever respect this girl Meredith for what she did next. While deciding she could go no further, did she turn around and splash for the door? No.

Oh Yeah, and There Was Soccer

She completed the mission she came here to accomplish. Right in the middle of this dark, dank, unspeakably smelly room and right in front of anyone who walked in she made the appropriate clothing preparations, assumed a certain stance and commenced to finish what she'd come there to do. Go girl.

In unrelated developments, Spanish classes are going as well as can be expected, I guess. I kind of forgot that when you take classes, you kind of have to go to classes. So I'm having flashbacks of Syracuse University and dragging myself out of bed in the morning and forcing myself to study at night. Actually, I didn't generally do much of either at Syracuse, but it's as close as I ever came. I hope I learn a lot, but my expectations have been greatly reduced in the last few days. I think I was expecting miracles.

But tomorrow I'm back for day three. It's now 8:30 and my homework's not finished. Not even begun actually. I suppose I'll actually do some if not all of it. Why does learning have to be all hard and stuff?