For this week's edition of: food-combinations-that-actually-don't-go-together-but-somehow-are-borderline-amazing-because-I-live-in-Dominica:
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| In case you *can't* tell, that would be: Avocado. Purple Cabbage. Rice pasta. All mixed up in a giantass container. Lunch AND dinner. Check and Check. Please - contain your jealousy. |
Take culinary advice from North American me. Don't take it from Survivor-Dominica me.
So we are officially into Hurricane Season now... and we have been experiencing a "tropical wave"? Whatever that means. I don't really know. And I don't actually care. Right now all I know is that it rains superduper freakin hard at any given time for like 5 mins. Then stops for some random length of time. Then dumps again. The fun part is that there have been some episodes of thunder in there, which I kind of totally love. Please do not quote me on this some day down the road if I start bitching about being all swept up in a hurricane or some other shit here.
The plus-side to the rain is that it has helped to cool this place down. The down-side is that they turn the water off at apartments when it rains tonnes (so that not ALL the mud goes into the pipes I guess?). And when it comes back on in the afternoon or whenever, it typically looks like something you see in the toilet (or your pants) after a bad case of food poisoning in Mexico. I guess we could rank it as "Type 7" on our trusty Bristol Stool Scale.
However, because I am up so friggin early, I tend to get the cleaner reserve water. While other people in the building get diddlysquatshit in the morning. oopsiedaisies. You snooze you lose suckers!
I don't totally hate the rain. I hear a lot of people talking about how this weather sucks blahblahblah because it makes them feel more tired and just want to go home and sleep. To which I just have to give an obligatory combined curtsey-and-bow to my dear Victoria, BC. She trained me well over the years... rain. dreary days. rain. oh! and more rain! You will die a quick academic death if you give in to the effect we all know dark-rainy-days can have on our mood. One of my favorite quotes is: "Life is tough. I recommend a manicure and a really cute helmet."
To which I have learned to re-work into: "Life is tough. I recommend a manicure. pedicure. massage. alpraxolam. really cute rubber boots. a fabulous stylish umbrella. and a borderline amazing raincoat."
The combo of rain and thunder actually makes me MORE energized to study. So again, cheers to you Victoria!
Yesterday's PBL was our last session with Enrique being our facilitator, as our next two will be with someone different who will be grading our performance as a team. So in honor of that, sweet sweet Enrique brought in cheesecake for us all. When it came time to serve it up, he passed me a plate and fork, and I sweetly turned to him and was all 'Oh you can save this for your next group. I can't actually have it. But it was so nice of you to do this for us!" (Keep in mind that we have had several conversations about gluten and celiac within our group since we are studying the GI system).
Then Enrique is all "Oh you're on a diet. Okay." Ummm NO! I'm NOT on a diet! Does it look like I *should* be on a diet!?! This totally wasn't as near as traumatizing as when I was confused with Chelsa (who was 7 months pregnant at the time)... and was asked when *I* was due. [Word of advice - unless you hear me talking about how scared my vagina is for the "big day", assume that I am NOT pregnant. Further advice, because that is never going to happen... just ALWAYS assume I am not pregnant okay? Unless you enjoy being punched in the face. Then by all means, knock yourself out. Well, actually I guess I'll be doing the knocking out. But you get it.]
I got over yesterday's accidental slap-across-the-face pretty quickly. Mostly because he said it in his funny little spanish accent. And everything just sounds like it is coming from Diego from Dora The Explorer (if Diego got his M.D. and talked all doctory).
xoxo
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