So last time I was in Thailand I just wrote group emails, but nobody ever responded to me. It broke my heart. I figure this is an easier way for those of you who at least pretend to care what I do with my life to keep up with me. Yes, I realize this blog was supposed to be about my semester abroad, but I don't feel like making a new one. It's my summer abroad, so there's your correlation. So I'm working at the Mercy Children's Home in Pattaya Thailand. About twenty kids live there. These are kids who have been rescued from horrible family situations. Just recently we got two new kids from the slums. I actually saw today where they used to live, and Mercy is without a doubt the better place for them. My days are pretty routine. I live in the really really luxurious volunteer house with a volunteer named Sharon and her... I guess he's kind of her ward, Golf. I wake up around 6am to Golf serenading me in Thai. What a way to start my day. Then I loll about in my sweat until I figure that I should take a shower. Our bathroom is the nicest bathroom I've ever had. We have no hot water. We do not have a flush toilet. There is a hole in the floor that drains down to the shit pit. It's pure luxury. Then I try and get myself ready before I start sweating again. Breakfast is composed of whatever is not frozen from my uber powerful mini fridge plus some peanut butter. The two dogs, Shasta and Shilo, maul me until I give them something to eat. Then they run away leaving me alone. If that's not true love then I don't know what is. Then Sharon and I hop on her motor bike to head to the actual Mercy Home. Once there I fart around and do what's needed until about noon. It's really slow in the morning, because all the kids are at school except for the 3 toddlers. They go down for a nap and then Sharon and I go to lunch. After lunch is nap time. Then they wake up. Snacks. Playing time. Kids come home from school. More playing. Ride home. Eat dinner. Sweat on the couch. Fall asleep around....8pm. I've turned into a 90 year old woman, but what's new? Once in a while I get to go into town to buy groceries or whatever. Sundays are church days. I'm not exactly one with the Lord, so I usually go sit in air conditioning drinking iced lattes until they're done. Life is simple and easy. Definitely a change from the mean streets of Paris. HA. The most exciting thing that's happened to me here is that I took a face plant today on the street. I was headed to the coffee shop where I sit while everyone is in church. I was feeling fly in my JCrew chino shorts and UW tshirt. My rainbows are not so fly anymore, because the dogs decided to rip the strap halfway. I'm going to blame the ripped strap for why I took a tumble (not as bad as Scarlet). I literally fell flat forward. Ripped the skin off the side of my foot and only protected my money maker (my model face DUH) with my palms. They now look like something has laid a chicken sized egg in each one. This makes doing basically anything painful and unfortunate. Showering or washing my hands is especially interesting. The combined stinging sensation thanks to the soap plus the simple pain of touching my severely bruised palms together with any sort of pressure makes these activities something I now look forward to more than usual. I just reread what I wrote and I sound like whiny biotch. I mean I am in freaking Thailand. I guess I should express something that I'm grateful for to counteract all my negativity. Thinking.....For those of you with delicate sensibilities stop reading...HERE. I'm not going into detail, because it'd be gross. My stomach has finally stopped feeling like there's a raging wild fire in it, and that is all I'm going to say. Also, this internet has aircon and I am grateful for that. I don't know if I'm going to update again, because nothing that different is going to be happening in the next couple of weeks. If you love me send me an email for me to read with some juicy gossip. Perez just isn't cutting it lately.
