The bug bites on my socks and underwear regions are turning my life into a living hell. I can't help but think how nice it would be to take a nice, long shower and hop into my bed in Gettysburg. It may just be exhaustion or just plain being tired, but I want nothing but an uninterrupted, deep sleep of at least eight hours. Besides missing the privacy and comfortability of my home in Gettysburg, I very much miss my responsibilities, as well as that special someone.
I would love to elaborate on today's events, including a self-evaluating and group-assessing reflection, but I am just too out of it. So, now I wil remind myself to mention Ramon, el Fortin, el Catedral, the mural of Nicaraguan history, and the group's reflection at the air-conditioned ice cream shop. I may also want to touch on the morning presentation, the history and organization of Felipe Santana, and my evening playing cards with the children of the barrio.
Of course, I wish I didn't feel this way; nothing hurts, but I am uncomfortable both physically and mentally. Despite being with a group, I remain a bit separated. I am a very independent person quite often, but at the same time I miss someone to talk to. At this point, I can only wish myself the best (as always) and hope that the rest of my stay in Nicaragua is at least tolerable, if not pleasant.
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