"ain't gonna let donald rumsfeld turn me round"

(sorry mom)

So, as I'm writing this, the power is out (for the third time today) (yay battery) (insha'allah, i will post this later) Today was frustrating by all that I have forgotten in the past two years, but hopeful too.

I kind of have not been eating very well since I've been here. Like i've ate one meal on thursday and one on friday and i've generally been hungry when not directly preceded by eating. So, during the weekend, I bought some honey and cheese and I was like "i will buy some khobs, and i will be able to eat breakfast and maybe a small dinner. And then I proceeded to blow every chance of bread buying that came across. BUT! tonight, I set out, with Jennifer, who lives right across the hall. And I went to the bakery, but they were closed. sad-face. sad-face, indeed. We head back to CALES and I'm like, I know my arabic is pretty danged sucky, but let's see if Sayed can help.

For the record, Sayed is, i believe, the "guard" for CALES. He is this adorable friendly older man. The girl i'm with is like "yeah, i don't know how to say that" damn. Through the power of nouns and flailing arm motions, he points us to the souk. Where I successfully buy khobs. it might be shallow, but it was uplifting.

and then we came back and the lights went out. and i ate bread and honey and khobs and jubna (i hope that last is cheese, because that's what i mean)

ALSO: on the way back from the souk (i say that like it takes more than a minute and a half to get from there to home) I INTRODUCED MYSELF TO SOMEONE ELSE. like i did the initiating. oh holy crap, who am i becoming? must have been that post-purchase high. :)

Class is ... well, i've just forgotten everything. And people are like "it will come flying back" but i have a hard time believing them. faith has always been a struggle, but persistence, i have that in abundance. it will come back, just maybe not flying.