Caught a production of the Vagina Monologues in teeny-tiny-town-Colomba . . . second and final presentation today in Xela. More on that later. It was really cool and I'm looking forward to it tonight.
A hard rain a-fell.
I went back to the mountain school for my last week here, since I like it so much that I want to die there. We all sang on the porch. This is "Lover Lover Lover" by Leonard Cohen, which nobody but me was really into at first, but this guy with the guitar, Kavour, made it singable. Kavour dresses like a Flying Burrito Brother and he lives in Lake Tahoe and he's just about as cool of a person as you'd want to meet.
Here we are during his 45 minute long ghost story with no point.
My spanish is at the point where there's not really much more grammar for me to learn, and it's more of a question of practice. I have shoved the four subjunctive tenses into the little remaining room left inside my head, and as a result, I have actually started having trouble with tenses I've known well for ten years. I consider this progress.
I'll be back in LA on Friday.
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