Sketchy Sketch part 2

I have a confession to make: I brush my teeth with the water here.

I also carry a rock with me whenever I run in a strange city. Thank you Steph for that advice.

It´s crazy how quickly you get used to things you never thought you could.

For example, I used to hate the fact that I had to speak Spanish to do everything. Now I love it.
I used to feel claustrophobic when it took a long time to make things happen. Now it´s a part of the adventure.
I don´t have to shower everyday to sleep well at night.
And whenever we drive anywhere I just fall asleep rather than freaking out.

One time I made this face and someone took a picture.

I know. It´s a little embarrassing. They call this face "the eye," and when we play cards I try to intimidate people so that I can win.

Note to self: Sportsmanship = a good thing to learn.

There is dog poop on the street, there are taxi drivers honking so close that your left eardrum ruptures, and there are bus drivers straight out of Hell, but my blood pressure stays at it´s normal 120/70.

I think I got used to living here just in time to leave.

It´s a sad, happy day.

PS. I tried to have a bad-ass rock climber moment the other day. The rock looked great, but when I climbed up a few holds to test it out a chunk came off in my left hand and a piece hit me on the head. No worries. I don´t know if I was more sad about the lump on my head or the fact that I brought my climbing shoes for nothing. Fail moment, right there.

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