well, i´ve already written a bit about dance class but i feel it needs to be reinforced. Dance class ruuuules. I´ve decided on my next venture, which is heading to san juan del sur in the south for surfing. Cheaper and amelia recommended. plus, last night i met some guys who i went out drinking with who live there and have businesses there, one of them drunkenly promised beth and i (awesome welsh girl who i think i´m going down there with) that he would get us access to a private beach if we gave him a call. he also promised to get me stoned. so hurrah!
in other news: i have a date on monday. yeppers, a real one. well, maybe. It´s hard to be sure, i guess. And the boy is certainly not really my type. He´s american but his parents are nicaraguan and his dad lives down here and he´s here taking care of his dad who is sick. Anyway, he has hair with gel in it and passes for nicaraguan, so it´s a start, right?
also i made out with a real american boy last night. and, well, today. we´re sleeping in the same dorm. it´s pretty silly, really. i´m not even attracted to him, though he does do good magic tricks and is funny and intelligent and a decent kisser. sigh. but it is nice to touch someone.
anyway, this is supposed to be about travel!
so i guess to sum up i´m having a nice time, leaving town wednesday, probably going to take more spanish classes, still excited about travelling home over land.
oh!
and last night i left my wallet in a fucking taxi coming home drunk from the discoteque, and i thought i was completely fucked because my bank cards were in it and i had absolutely no way of taking out money.
luckily, the most lovely cab driver in all of nicaragua realized, came back that night and gave the wallet to beth, who is sleeping with oto, the sexy hunky nicaraguan who works in the cafe, and she didn´t wake up to give it back to me until 9, about 20 minutes after i´d realized i´d left it in the cab. so, freaking out occured, but not much.
and that´s all for now.
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