Today dawned bright and chilly with much potential. We practice our presentations for the speeches we'll be giving next week, tomorrow is my last English corner session with in room dining and also my last day (I think) at Lobby Lounge all on this lovely day. I love writing about how busy things will be because it creates this sense of motion in my life. Now when I complete one thing its on to the next, until my trip here is milked for all its worth.
Yesterday we shopped 'til we dropped, which is usually the case here. Bargaining is exhausting. The stalls and the selections within get overwhelming, and then arguing with a vendor (more like play acting) gets wearisome. Heather is a genius at it...I give up too easily. We shopped from 11 til about 3.30/4 o'clock. I think the process for shopping is exhausting because you don't spend an incredible amount of money. There's this convenience fee you pay for an easy shopping experience, and then there's bargaining where you work hard for your purchases. I'm not sure if I like one better than the other, but I did get some good stuff. There was also the experience of underground shopping of the more sketchy or 'dodgy' nature...
My one suitcase is packed. It's ready to be opened, the contents wrapped and dispersed on Christmas day, although I don't know if I can wait that long! Most likely my stuff will be half packed and ready to go a week (or two) before we fly out. I have accumulated a little more than the mere 35 pounds of items I brought with me, (although the five pounds of jumbo jelly beans are no longer going to add any heft to my suitcase, so there's a little more room) and my stuff will have to be carefully arranged to accommodate it all. I'm sure I'll start folding my clothes and living out of my suitcase days before I even need to start packing for home.
For the past couple months construction noise has been a constant, and every morning they start promptly just as I wake up. I rarely wake up because of the noise, its more like when I awake its suddenly there and I can't go back to sleep. Sometimes I'm dreaming and realize the noise is there, but wake up and reality sets in. I liken it to a group of people holding a hammer music festival, cuing each other with the off beats of hammers pounding, and at least three guys with jackhammers for a rousing chorus. The bridge is a muddled period of stuttering halting of action. (That's probably when someone got a little dust in their eye) In any event...someone is having fun making this ruckus.
Four Wednesdays left.
*Its so you can easily spot it!
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