Reacostumbrandome...

I don't know why I ever believe myself when I think "I won't need my book today." Here I sit, 25 minutes into an emergency parent-teacher meeting that's completely in Q'eqchi' (and by "emergency" it means it wasn't planned until about an hour ago, 5 minutes before my women's group meeting was to begin). So instead of reading my book (which I would love to be doing right now), I'm doodling and scribbling this blog entry on a scrap piece of paper, waiting for the meeting to finish so I can have the floor and start the women's meeting.

These past two months of travel have really left me out of shape in more way than one. I have blisters on my hands from sweeping the daily polvo (dust) out of my house and from wringing out my laundry. I have blisters on my feet from walking the rocky dirt paths up to my schools. I had to go back through the market twice last Wednesday because I kept forgetting things. I've forgotten almost all of my conversational Q'eqchi', and even though I've been waking up early, I can't seem to get back to my 9pm bedtime (and am therefore sleep-deprived). And this is now the third day in a row that I've found myself wishing I had brought the book that I didn't bring because I didn't think I'd have the free time to kill. But surely this readjustment will be ever so easy compared to the initial adjustment I went through when I first got here. I'll just have to suck it up, slap on some band-aids, bust out the Q'eqchi' flash cards, and get back on track.

And from now on, I'm bringing my book.