Day 17: INTERNET FOREVER!!!!
Day 18: This was the coldest day of my life. I am not kidding. Not only was it freezing, but also the power went out, so I couldn’t do anything to get warm except wear all of my warmest clothes and snuggle under blankets. And as anyone who has been to East London knows, this is not very effective.
Day 19: Saw Beastly today. And it was just that. Beastly.
Day 20: Lunch with the Thomases and dinner with the Wainwrights, you say? Eat human food? Yes, please.
P.S. The Wainwrights are the greatest people in the world. We love them.
Day 21: The rugby kids are the cutest kids in the entire world. The end.
Day 22: Jackie arrives. Finally.
Day 23: Stop by the Curry Palace and run into Brother Maseti. Kindred spirits?
Day 24: I could do my Afrikaans homework…or I could go to the mall… Are you sure I’m in South Africa, because this sounds exactly like my daily dilemma back home.
Day 25: The library is on Gladstone. Let me repeat that in American, English, and South African accents. Oh, you still can’t remember even though I told you five times already? GLADSTONE!
Day 26: Why yes James McAvoy, I would love to marry you. And Magneto. Oh, and throw in Kevin Bacon speaking German, if it’s not too much trouble. And the entire male cast, for good measure.
Day 27: I spent a whole Sunday working on my Relief Society talents. And by that I mean sewing things and whatnot.
Day 28: Don’t worry, but I watched five hours of youth rugby, panicked because I thought I got left behind on the other side of the river after dark, and then hosted a taco party when I got home, with real American tacos.
Day 29: Dear rain and cold, thank you for allowing me to stay home all day. Love, Heather.
Day 30: Do I have to go eat dinner with a stranger because my roommate isn’t allowed to eat with him alone? Oh, what’s that you say? He’s paying? Sign me up!
Day 31: I made an apple pie from scratch (yes, even the crust), and it was delicious. And no one has died from food poisoning yet. I call that a resounding success.
Day 32: I’m 21 Imma do what I want. And that’s going to see X-Men again.
Day 33: Nothing like a sunny day, a clean bathroom, hanging up the wash, clean flannel sheets, clipped toenails, and Lord of the Rings to improve ones mood.
Day 34: Bishop said “dammit” during his fireside talk. The only person who thought this was odd was me. Does that mean that that’s not swearing here? Does that mean I can say “dammit” as much as I want to from now on? I think so…
3 comments:
Heather, you are 21 now and you definitely can do what you want, including saying "dammit" if it is culturally acceptable. Isn´t that what field studies is all about? Learning to live like a local as long as it doesn´t mean comproming your morals? Also, if you made an apple pie when we get back, I´ll make enchiladas.
amen to everything you just said.
HEATHER! I miss you. and I'm jealous (as always) of your incredible traveling experiences! On a side note, I don't believe damn is a swear word- I say it all the time! lol and I believe everyone in Australia would agree. So i've heard (from my husband) that you pick up damn and hell from all the church leaders and members there.. So i say damnit all to hell and say it as much as you want lol. LOVES!
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