I am entering finals week and am so excited to be going home soon! I had my first final on Friday in anatomy and was thrilled to get an A. I have finals all of this week and then I'm packing up and getting off the island. I have been studying a lot and have been suffering from headaches everyday. I'm not sure if it's from constantly reading small print or from stress or if it's from the always changing weather. The pressure system here changes hourly and that tends to mess with my head. So I've been religiously taking Excedrin and keeping my caffeine levels high. It's not the greatest, but what can you do?
Last weekend three of the girls from my class and I went horseback riding. We found a flyer on the wall of the gym at school and contacted him in advance. His "stable" was down a dirt road that looks like it gets washed out all the time. The stable was concrete walls which were divided into stall-like spaces. He has twenty horses, but only rents out eight of them. We were all pleasantly surprised that they all seemed to be well taken care of and were at an appropriate weight. He said he got a couple of them from Trinidad and one from St. Kitt's, but the rest were born here. He has one Thoroughbred stallion and three or four mares who he said are continuously pregnant. The SGU students come every year to castrate his babies because he said he can only handle one stallion at a time, so it looks like I will be seeing those horses again in a couple years.
We rode on trails near his property which eventually dead ended into the ocean. The horses were a little green (meaning they weren't very well trained) but we all knew how to ride so we were alright with it. When we got to the ocean, Annita's horse started pawing at the water. Just as I was saying, "Be careful, it looks like your horse wants to lay down," mine laid down in the sand and luckily I was able to hop off quickly before he rolled. I hauled him up and climbed back on. As soon as we turned around to go back to the stables, all of our horses perked up because they knew they were going home. My horse started acting up so badly and was all over the trail and it was all I could do to hold him back. Suddenly he burst into a canter and I couldn't get him to stop. I haven't been on a runaway horse in probably seven years and so needless to say it was a little nerve wracking. But luckily I was able to regain control of his head and we were able to finish our ride without much problem. Just as we got back to the stables my horse bucked really hard and almost kicked April's horse. He was such a brat! But we had lots of fun and it was nice just to be around horses. I can't wait to go home to my horse and hug him and thank him for being so good!
When we first got on the island, some of the professors at orientation told us that we will know when it's time to go home when everything about the island is driving us crazy. It's gotten to that point. I have been studying all day and decided to walk across the street to the grocery store to get a few things. There has been loud music going on all day and even with my windows closed I can hear it. It wound up being a huge group exercise class on the cricket field across the street from my apartment. There were probably 200 people doing aerobics together with three men on a stage leading it. Just as I got outside it was at the end of their class and an announcement came over the speakers. "Walking is good for you. To determine how fast you should walk, try using the talk test. You should be able to easily hold a conversation while walking. If you find that you are getting breathless, you are walking too fast. Try walking 20 minutes, three times a week. If you find that this is tiring, decrease the amount that you walk." They don't think you should become breathless? No wonder everything happens so slowly on the island!! It would be horrible to elevate your heart rate and breath hard! Grenada promotes laziness.
Then I was at the grocery store and had seven things in my basket. As I set my basket on the check stand to unload my groceries onto the conveyor belt, a Grenadian girl ran up and said, "Do you mind if I go ahead of you?" All so had was a box of tampons, so how could I say no to that? I told her it wasn't a problem. She went through and I had all of my groceries unloaded. Before the checker could advance the conveyor so that my groceries were next to her to check, a Grenadian man swoops in front of me and puts five things on the belt. I looked at him disbelievingly and he didn't say anything. I looked at the checker and she just started checking his order! I can't believe how rude the people are here! I understand that we are Americans so they think we don't belong here, but there's not reason to be rude. We support Grenada's economy. They should at least be thankful for that. I could have said something, but I was alone and didn't want to cause any problems. I am just very sick of that kind of stuff happening to me all the time.
Ten more days and I will be on a plane back to the great land of California. I can't wait! But until then, time to get back to studying.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
School
I recently received an email from my aunt telling me she enjoyed reading my blog, but never seems to hear much about school. I usually just blog about things that I think are funny and activities that I get to do outside of school. School down here is very similar to any other place. I go to class five days a week starting at 9AM. Some days I'm done by 3PM. Others I'm done by 7PM. During my breaks I study and go to the gym. The school gym is free for us to use. It's not very well air conditioned, but there are treadmills, elliptical machines, stationary bicycles and an array of weights, benches and weight machines. Nothing is really top of the line, but it allows for a good workout. And while exercising in a room that isn't very cool isn't the most pleasant, it really makes you sweat and work hard. I also run around the giant field in front of my apartment in the evenings sometimes. There is typically youth soccer or cricket being played. I haven't really gotten the basics of cricket yet, but it is very weird to watch because of the weird bat and the fact that there is only one base. But it's a huge game down here so I see it often.
We went on a field trip with my nutrition class last week. We went to Laura Goat Farm to see how they fed their goats. At Cal Poly we had goats and they ate hay like typical American goats. But in the Caribbean, it's not dry enough to grow hay, so they feed them what I would have called branches and weeds, but they were very excited about the mixture of feeds they feed to their goats. They had probably 40 goats and they were all in a barn in individual little stalls. The barn was weird because it was up on stilts so that waste product produced by the goats could fall under and be raked up by the workers. The thing that all of us were wondering was what if you're under the barn raking when a goat decided to bless you with a shower? No one seemed to care. The farm was created by the Grenadian Department of Agriculture to learn about more economical ways of keeping a goat farm and to teach other goat farmers better management techniques. They showed us their "food processing station" and we were all so... impressed... that we didn't even have anything to say about it. They had long branches that they needed chopping, so they had a wooden table which was made out of 2x4s hammered together. It was leaning severely to one side and looked as if it was about to fall at any minute. One side of the table was solid wood, the other side was a cut out so that any feed "processed" could fall through into collection bags. The blade they had to chop the food was a machete which was screwed onto the table on the tip side of the blade. The operator raised the handle and then chopped down to chop the feed. We were sure our professor was going to chop his hand off in this makeshift paper cutter type contraption. But thank goodness he didn't. After taking us to wade through muddy grass to show us different types of feeds (it had been raining all day, so the ground was very soft, which made the air particularly potent), he told us, "Before we go, I want to show you the feces." He literally was excited to show us a pile of poop! They sold the goat poop by the bag to farmers as fertilizer, which is smart, but not all that exciting to look at. Then we boarded the bus and tried not to throw up as the bus driver drove breakneck speed down the twisty, windy mountain road. I will be so thankful to drive myself at home!
Then on Saturday, our Veterinary Science class had a field trip to our other professor's house. It was also a BBQ, so we all brought different things to eat. My contribution was cookies. It's interesting trying to bake cookies on a foil pan in an oven that doesn't say how hot it gets and mix the dough without a mixer. But they turned out pretty good. I have, however, discovered that I have been spoiled by the fact that my mom's kitchen has two ovens so I can bake more than one batch at a time. In my eventual house I would like two ovens. Anyway, back to the field trip. We all got on the bus and went to her house. She is a nice lady and claims that she is an "animal behaviorist," but I think that's just a nice way of saying animal hoarder. She had 17 dogs, all of whom came bounding to the gate to greet us. Luckily most of them were small so we didn't get knocked over. She had six or seven tortoises, countless birds, countless guinea pigs, and two cats, one of which was blind. She also had guppy ponds all over her yard. Her property was beautiful and we enjoyed handling the birds and petting the dogs. We all miss our dogs! It was also nice to get to go to a BBQ at someone's house and feel like normal humans, instead of being holed up in apartments and dorms studying nonstop.
Another story about school involves my anatomy lab. On the first week of school we all got into groups of four and each group was given a dog. They are all preserved in formaldehyde, but we have skinned them to look at superficial and deep muscles, we have opened them up to study their heart, lungs, liver, digestive and reproductive systems. We spray them with formaldehyde when we put them away, but week after week of chopping away at our dogs have left them a little worse for wear. Luckily our dog is doing pretty well, but one group's started to grow mold so it's green! Another's smells so badly I'm not sure how they can stand it. One drawback to putting so much formaldehyde in our dog is that just standing there working on her makes my eyes burn and run. Sometimes my professor gets out buckets of hearts that are floating in formaldehyde and it's all I can do to keep my eyes open. All of that is pretty bad, but nothing is nearly as horrible as the donkeys. The students further along in vet school have to dissect donkeys, and while I'm sure it's interesting, when you walk into the cooler to get your dog, there are donkey parts hanging from the ceiling, which is a bit unpleasant. But the absolute WORST part about it is the fact that they have barrels of donkey legs. The barrels are filled with formaldehyde and the legs are in there so that the hooves stick out of the surface. Not only is it a bit morbid, but it smells sooooooo bad!! I might have to get a mask when it comes time to dissect them. But that's all the joys of becoming a vet.
I have one more week of lectures and then a week of finals. Then I get to come home! I'm really excited about it. We all talk about the first thing we are going to do, first thing we are going to eat, etc. 18 days until I'm home!
We went on a field trip with my nutrition class last week. We went to Laura Goat Farm to see how they fed their goats. At Cal Poly we had goats and they ate hay like typical American goats. But in the Caribbean, it's not dry enough to grow hay, so they feed them what I would have called branches and weeds, but they were very excited about the mixture of feeds they feed to their goats. They had probably 40 goats and they were all in a barn in individual little stalls. The barn was weird because it was up on stilts so that waste product produced by the goats could fall under and be raked up by the workers. The thing that all of us were wondering was what if you're under the barn raking when a goat decided to bless you with a shower? No one seemed to care. The farm was created by the Grenadian Department of Agriculture to learn about more economical ways of keeping a goat farm and to teach other goat farmers better management techniques. They showed us their "food processing station" and we were all so... impressed... that we didn't even have anything to say about it. They had long branches that they needed chopping, so they had a wooden table which was made out of 2x4s hammered together. It was leaning severely to one side and looked as if it was about to fall at any minute. One side of the table was solid wood, the other side was a cut out so that any feed "processed" could fall through into collection bags. The blade they had to chop the food was a machete which was screwed onto the table on the tip side of the blade. The operator raised the handle and then chopped down to chop the feed. We were sure our professor was going to chop his hand off in this makeshift paper cutter type contraption. But thank goodness he didn't. After taking us to wade through muddy grass to show us different types of feeds (it had been raining all day, so the ground was very soft, which made the air particularly potent), he told us, "Before we go, I want to show you the feces." He literally was excited to show us a pile of poop! They sold the goat poop by the bag to farmers as fertilizer, which is smart, but not all that exciting to look at. Then we boarded the bus and tried not to throw up as the bus driver drove breakneck speed down the twisty, windy mountain road. I will be so thankful to drive myself at home!
Then on Saturday, our Veterinary Science class had a field trip to our other professor's house. It was also a BBQ, so we all brought different things to eat. My contribution was cookies. It's interesting trying to bake cookies on a foil pan in an oven that doesn't say how hot it gets and mix the dough without a mixer. But they turned out pretty good. I have, however, discovered that I have been spoiled by the fact that my mom's kitchen has two ovens so I can bake more than one batch at a time. In my eventual house I would like two ovens. Anyway, back to the field trip. We all got on the bus and went to her house. She is a nice lady and claims that she is an "animal behaviorist," but I think that's just a nice way of saying animal hoarder. She had 17 dogs, all of whom came bounding to the gate to greet us. Luckily most of them were small so we didn't get knocked over. She had six or seven tortoises, countless birds, countless guinea pigs, and two cats, one of which was blind. She also had guppy ponds all over her yard. Her property was beautiful and we enjoyed handling the birds and petting the dogs. We all miss our dogs! It was also nice to get to go to a BBQ at someone's house and feel like normal humans, instead of being holed up in apartments and dorms studying nonstop.
Another story about school involves my anatomy lab. On the first week of school we all got into groups of four and each group was given a dog. They are all preserved in formaldehyde, but we have skinned them to look at superficial and deep muscles, we have opened them up to study their heart, lungs, liver, digestive and reproductive systems. We spray them with formaldehyde when we put them away, but week after week of chopping away at our dogs have left them a little worse for wear. Luckily our dog is doing pretty well, but one group's started to grow mold so it's green! Another's smells so badly I'm not sure how they can stand it. One drawback to putting so much formaldehyde in our dog is that just standing there working on her makes my eyes burn and run. Sometimes my professor gets out buckets of hearts that are floating in formaldehyde and it's all I can do to keep my eyes open. All of that is pretty bad, but nothing is nearly as horrible as the donkeys. The students further along in vet school have to dissect donkeys, and while I'm sure it's interesting, when you walk into the cooler to get your dog, there are donkey parts hanging from the ceiling, which is a bit unpleasant. But the absolute WORST part about it is the fact that they have barrels of donkey legs. The barrels are filled with formaldehyde and the legs are in there so that the hooves stick out of the surface. Not only is it a bit morbid, but it smells sooooooo bad!! I might have to get a mask when it comes time to dissect them. But that's all the joys of becoming a vet.
I have one more week of lectures and then a week of finals. Then I get to come home! I'm really excited about it. We all talk about the first thing we are going to do, first thing we are going to eat, etc. 18 days until I'm home!
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Easter weekend
I was fortunate enough that Nick was able to come down to Grenada for Easter. Since he's in the army it's not easy to get time off, but he was able to beg the right people and came down here. He landed on Wednesday night after I got out of class. I hadn't been back to the airport since I landed and I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to get there. But luckily another girl in my class had her husband on the same flight and we were able to borrow a car to go pick them up. We drove down the road and found the airport. It's not hard to find and you can see it from the the school, but we never go down that road and it's not well marked, so fortunately we just ran into the parking lot. We waited impatiently and finally got the guys! The first night Nick and I went to Owl's, which is a restaurant/bar on the beach for dinner. The next day I had a couple of short classes, but Nick and I were still able to walk on the beach and run a few errands. That night we went to a bar called Old Skool Pub to watch one of our friends play the drums in a band the vet students have made. They played various rock songs and we had fun watching.
Friday morning we woke up early and met a few friends downstairs to catch a taxi. Our plans were to go to Seven Sisters, which are water falls on the northern part of the island. As I've explained before the taxis here are actually small vans which are typically packed as full as they can go and the drivers drive really fast and swerve through traffic. The students call them Reggae buses; you can imagine the music typically blasting. The good news is they usually only cost between $2.50 - $6 EC so it's a really cheap form of transportation. We took the Number 1 bus to St. George's to the bus depot so that we could catch the Number 4 bus to Seven Sisters. However, we didn't take into account that Grenada is a highly Catholic country and so on Good Friday the island practically shuts down. There weren't any 4 buses. Luckily there was a 1 bus who agreed to take us to the falls and pick us up for a higher price. We agreed. On the way there, the driver was flying around corners (Nick swears we were on three wheels at one point) and accelerating and braking hard. Getting easily car sick is not a good quality to have when riding in a Reggae bus. On the way there our driver stopped on a road to talk to a car who was passing going the other way. The driver of the other car gave our driver a cup of red wine. It isn't illegal to drink and drive in Grenada, you just have to wear your seat belt! Our driver said, "You see how it is in Grenada? Always a good time." We unfortunately already knew.
We finally got to the falls where he gave us walking sticks and told us he'd be back in a few hours. At first we all kind of laughed about the sticks because we didn't really think we'd need them. As the hike went on we were so glad to have them!! At points there were uneven steps carved into the dirt, but they were very old and often non-existent. Then after a while there weren't any more steps and often we had to climb over boulders and walk through muddy paths. That was the easy part as we were yet to find out. We came to a river and walked across boulders to the other side where we found several locals cooking something on a rock. They were all wearing just tattered shorts and had long dreadlocks. There were kids fishing for craw fish with strings tied to sticks. We weren't sure but it looked like they lived there. There was also a small gathering of tourists around this guy who apparently was called "Super Butterfly." He was wearing a bandanna on his head with the Grenadian colors (red, yellow and green) along with a matching jersey tucked into matching shorts and to top it off, he had red, yellow and green jelly sandals on. Remember those sandals from the 80s and 90s? He was wearing them. There were two waterfalls; one that he said was 35 feet high and one that was shorter. These were the bottom two of the falls. He asked if any of us wanted to jump off of them and told us he would demonstrate. He proceeded to climb a cliff, which I have no idea how he found places to put his feet, and got to the top of the waterfall. He stood with his back to us and did a back flip 35 feet into the water! Then he came up and dove off the smaller one, which wasn't really that small for a dive. He told us that in order to "enjoy de moments" of the falls we had to jump from one to the next, but once we decided to jump from the top one, the only way down was to jump down every single one. We couldn't walk if we didn't want to jump one of them. We all decided that wasn't our cup of tea, especially since we couldn't see any of the other ones.
Then he asked us if we wanted to see Honeymoon Falls, which is the first fall in Seven Sisters. We agreed and he lead some other students and us to a path, which after a little bit wasn't a really a path at all. We crossed the river constantly and the only way across was to go across on boulders. One of the girls with us is only 4'11" and she had a really hard time stepping to some of them. Every step was precarious and we had to rely on our walking sticks a lot. After probably 25 minutes of hiking we got to a point where there weren't any rocks and we just had to wade through the stream. Then, with his help, we climbed up a rock where water was running and through a little gully and finally saw Honeymoon falls. It was very pretty and we were able to swim in the pool below. We finally got back to where we had first found him and he informed us that we needed to pay him $40 EC for the tour. Very typical. But since he had a rusty machete and the other people had sharpened sticks, we paid him with a smile. He told us to "enjoy de moments" many more times. Keep in mind, the entire time we were with him he was chain-smoking joints. I am not sure I have ever seen anyone smoke so much weed ever, and I've been living here for a while! We hiked back and while we were waiting for the bus, Super Butterfly showed up and went behind a shack. He reappeared and was changed into nice jeans, a Gucci shirt, and looked very nice. He said he was going to go spend time with his family. TIG. We took the Reggae bus back to Grand Anse and were thankful to make it alive after getting off the bus.
Friday night we went to campus and a group of us played kickball. I don't think I've played that since elementary school, and it definitely showed. Luckily I wasn't the only one who wasn't skilled in the game and we all had fun.
Saturday morning 17 of us went snorkeling. We found a place on the beach at a resort where, for $60 US, they took us to three dive spots, gave us as much water, juice, rum punch and beer as we wanted and also fed us sandwiches. The snorkel gear and fins were also included. The first spot we went to was the statue garden. It's an underwater museum of sorts where artists have placed statues of people and other various things. Then the sea life begins to grow on it and it creates a man made type reef for the fish to swim in. The fish were beautiful, but the statues were really creepy! I have a few pictures of them in my album that I'll put at the end of this post. Unfortunately I got stung by a jellyfish across the throat and it hurt so badly! The marks from its tentacles are still really clear and it's been four days. We went to two other reefs and saw some beautiful fish and urchins. That night we went to Banana's and played some pool.
On Easter Sunday, Nick made me breakfast (Biscuits and gravy, yummy!) and then we went to the beach for a little bit. It was a very relaxing day. After talking to the locals, we found out that the kids on the island look forward to flying kites on Easter. They have these beautiful handmade kites and they wake up really early and stay out late just to fly kites. We asked them about Easter egg hunts and they thought it was really funny and had never heard of it. I guess it is kind of a weird concept to hunt for eggs.
Yesterday Nick and I went into town and bought a few souvenirs for people in the army and then we went to a nice dinner at Dodgy Docks, which is on the bay and very pretty. This morning we woke up and walked out and found a taxi. I saw him off at the airport and came back to my apartment. I really miss him and had so much fun with him, but I have a lot of studying to do. I have finals coming up because I get to go home in 29 days! It's very exciting.
Check out all of the pictures I took from this weekend!
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Friday morning we woke up early and met a few friends downstairs to catch a taxi. Our plans were to go to Seven Sisters, which are water falls on the northern part of the island. As I've explained before the taxis here are actually small vans which are typically packed as full as they can go and the drivers drive really fast and swerve through traffic. The students call them Reggae buses; you can imagine the music typically blasting. The good news is they usually only cost between $2.50 - $6 EC so it's a really cheap form of transportation. We took the Number 1 bus to St. George's to the bus depot so that we could catch the Number 4 bus to Seven Sisters. However, we didn't take into account that Grenada is a highly Catholic country and so on Good Friday the island practically shuts down. There weren't any 4 buses. Luckily there was a 1 bus who agreed to take us to the falls and pick us up for a higher price. We agreed. On the way there, the driver was flying around corners (Nick swears we were on three wheels at one point) and accelerating and braking hard. Getting easily car sick is not a good quality to have when riding in a Reggae bus. On the way there our driver stopped on a road to talk to a car who was passing going the other way. The driver of the other car gave our driver a cup of red wine. It isn't illegal to drink and drive in Grenada, you just have to wear your seat belt! Our driver said, "You see how it is in Grenada? Always a good time." We unfortunately already knew.
We finally got to the falls where he gave us walking sticks and told us he'd be back in a few hours. At first we all kind of laughed about the sticks because we didn't really think we'd need them. As the hike went on we were so glad to have them!! At points there were uneven steps carved into the dirt, but they were very old and often non-existent. Then after a while there weren't any more steps and often we had to climb over boulders and walk through muddy paths. That was the easy part as we were yet to find out. We came to a river and walked across boulders to the other side where we found several locals cooking something on a rock. They were all wearing just tattered shorts and had long dreadlocks. There were kids fishing for craw fish with strings tied to sticks. We weren't sure but it looked like they lived there. There was also a small gathering of tourists around this guy who apparently was called "Super Butterfly." He was wearing a bandanna on his head with the Grenadian colors (red, yellow and green) along with a matching jersey tucked into matching shorts and to top it off, he had red, yellow and green jelly sandals on. Remember those sandals from the 80s and 90s? He was wearing them. There were two waterfalls; one that he said was 35 feet high and one that was shorter. These were the bottom two of the falls. He asked if any of us wanted to jump off of them and told us he would demonstrate. He proceeded to climb a cliff, which I have no idea how he found places to put his feet, and got to the top of the waterfall. He stood with his back to us and did a back flip 35 feet into the water! Then he came up and dove off the smaller one, which wasn't really that small for a dive. He told us that in order to "enjoy de moments" of the falls we had to jump from one to the next, but once we decided to jump from the top one, the only way down was to jump down every single one. We couldn't walk if we didn't want to jump one of them. We all decided that wasn't our cup of tea, especially since we couldn't see any of the other ones.
Then he asked us if we wanted to see Honeymoon Falls, which is the first fall in Seven Sisters. We agreed and he lead some other students and us to a path, which after a little bit wasn't a really a path at all. We crossed the river constantly and the only way across was to go across on boulders. One of the girls with us is only 4'11" and she had a really hard time stepping to some of them. Every step was precarious and we had to rely on our walking sticks a lot. After probably 25 minutes of hiking we got to a point where there weren't any rocks and we just had to wade through the stream. Then, with his help, we climbed up a rock where water was running and through a little gully and finally saw Honeymoon falls. It was very pretty and we were able to swim in the pool below. We finally got back to where we had first found him and he informed us that we needed to pay him $40 EC for the tour. Very typical. But since he had a rusty machete and the other people had sharpened sticks, we paid him with a smile. He told us to "enjoy de moments" many more times. Keep in mind, the entire time we were with him he was chain-smoking joints. I am not sure I have ever seen anyone smoke so much weed ever, and I've been living here for a while! We hiked back and while we were waiting for the bus, Super Butterfly showed up and went behind a shack. He reappeared and was changed into nice jeans, a Gucci shirt, and looked very nice. He said he was going to go spend time with his family. TIG. We took the Reggae bus back to Grand Anse and were thankful to make it alive after getting off the bus.
Friday night we went to campus and a group of us played kickball. I don't think I've played that since elementary school, and it definitely showed. Luckily I wasn't the only one who wasn't skilled in the game and we all had fun.
Saturday morning 17 of us went snorkeling. We found a place on the beach at a resort where, for $60 US, they took us to three dive spots, gave us as much water, juice, rum punch and beer as we wanted and also fed us sandwiches. The snorkel gear and fins were also included. The first spot we went to was the statue garden. It's an underwater museum of sorts where artists have placed statues of people and other various things. Then the sea life begins to grow on it and it creates a man made type reef for the fish to swim in. The fish were beautiful, but the statues were really creepy! I have a few pictures of them in my album that I'll put at the end of this post. Unfortunately I got stung by a jellyfish across the throat and it hurt so badly! The marks from its tentacles are still really clear and it's been four days. We went to two other reefs and saw some beautiful fish and urchins. That night we went to Banana's and played some pool.
On Easter Sunday, Nick made me breakfast (Biscuits and gravy, yummy!) and then we went to the beach for a little bit. It was a very relaxing day. After talking to the locals, we found out that the kids on the island look forward to flying kites on Easter. They have these beautiful handmade kites and they wake up really early and stay out late just to fly kites. We asked them about Easter egg hunts and they thought it was really funny and had never heard of it. I guess it is kind of a weird concept to hunt for eggs.
Yesterday Nick and I went into town and bought a few souvenirs for people in the army and then we went to a nice dinner at Dodgy Docks, which is on the bay and very pretty. This morning we woke up and walked out and found a taxi. I saw him off at the airport and came back to my apartment. I really miss him and had so much fun with him, but I have a lot of studying to do. I have finals coming up because I get to go home in 29 days! It's very exciting.
Check out all of the pictures I took from this weekend!
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