I think I´m getting more used to the culture

Because I don´t have as many stories of me making an idiot out of myself.
But that´s besides the point. I´m still working at the orphanange. Which is good. It´s really hard sometimes but i still think it´s good for me. A group of us are going to the orphanage to day from the church to work with the kids and do some like. figner painting birthday things for the kids. It will be...interesting. The kids can´t eat without getting everything all over the place everwhere, so i´m only assuming about the finger paint. But it should be good.

We went to a Bolivia Christian camp. It was 4 days long. Really long. And we slept on the floor, so there wasn´t much sleeping. And all the kids spoke in slang and really quickly and were pretty much all like 14 or 15 years old, so it was sort of difficult to relate to...any of them. So for those 4 days, i was pretty much on my own. Which, as a result, I didn´t have a very good attitude. But the ironic part is that i managed to win, as far as i can tell, something along the lines of like...the person with the best attitude. It was sort of funny, because. well. It couldn´t be true. But I sort of think they wanted to give me a t-shirt. So I got a t-shirt, which i was severely coveting the whole time we were there. Who doesn´t want a t-shirt from a bolivian camp? So I was happy about that.
I would say my favorite part of the camp was translating text messages from one particular kid named Junior. For some reason, he has some girlfriend that speaks english. But her english is not good english. Quite bad. The texts usually said something along the lines of like, ¨tell me you love me. don´t kiss any other girls. I know you will me want to be in my dreams of you tonight¨. And other things like that. I can´t remember other ones, but they were all along those lines, and it was reall fun to translate that into spanish for him and what him sort of be like...¨uhhh.....¨.
What else. Oh yeah. I don´t think I´ve mentioned this. We managed to come to bolivia in the middle of this thing called ¨carnival¨. This basically means that people burn some sort of offerings to the devil, do dances to the devil, and other things in order to please the devil in the hopes that they won´t be cursed by him. It´s sort of crazy. it´s from like..the remnants of the incan culture. And it´s like 2 months of celebration. ¨celebration¨. Apparently they sacrifice llamas, and like. Someone told me that Evo, the president here sacrificed a baby when he became president. And him and the vice president drank the blood of the baby that was sacrificed. I´m seriously having a difficult time figuring out whether or not this actually happened. So if someone wants to check in on it for me, that would be helpful. But either way, it´s crazy. And also, somewhere in the worship of the devil, this means that they also whip waterballoons everywhere, at everyone. The day we got back from the camp, my family happened to not be home. And I don´t ahve keys, so I couldn´t get in. So I launched my stuff over the fence and walked out to the intersection taht I usually pick up a trufi to go by Jackie´s house. But apparently trufi´s dont run during certain days of carnival, and this was like a special holiday. And there were not many taxis. So i waited at this intersection for like 45 minutes while i got waterballons thrown at me from all 4 corners of the intersection, a little kid with a squirt gun shooting me from his yard, and while 3 or 4 trucks drove past filled with people in the back for the sole purpose of throwing water balloons at people. I finally got into the first taxi that drove past, 45 minutes later with a old fat bald bolivian smoking a cigaretted, and just sort of prayed, ¨God, let me stay alive¨. (Because the taxi service I call apparnetly was not operating on that day, either). It was fun. I showed up totally soaked at Jackie´s house like an hour later.

Um. What more. There´s a crazy Australian lady named Phoebe that´s a missionary here. She moved here from Australia like 45 years ago, not knowing anything about Bolivia. She just got on a boat with all of her stuff, and came to bolivia because she wanted to be a missionary. I´ve gotten to talk to her quite a bit, and helped her re-organize her house last night. I´m trying to imagine what that would be like. 1964 she left australia to start a new life in bolivia. Like, especially back then. I feel like the world was a lot bigger before the internet. And air travel being common. this is before my mom was born. Crazy. So she´s been living here and becoming bolivian for the last 45 years. That thought wasn´t organzied, but it´s fine.

I´m molting like a snake right now. I think i took too much sun. It´s pretty disgusting. My arms have almost completely peeled. And a layer or two of skin on my ears as well.

Um. I know i´ve had interesting encounters, but I can´t remember them. Especially because I haevn´t gotten online in two weeks, so I´m overloading my brain.
English is starting to become difficlt sometimes. I use spanish syntax when i speak english. Or i just completely mess it up. but I still completely mess up spanish, so I´m not really getting anywhere.

Out of time. There´s more i know that´s going on, but that´s fine.
Love!