Wednesday, August 26, 1992

1:15 am

I had a good time at Bolivia. I have to revel in these small achievements. You see, I was so tempted to not go. Even after I got washed up and dressed. But I thought I should get out. Luckily, I ran into Pinky and James -- because I didn't know anyone else there. So I stayed an hour. James even paid for my beer. Perfect. I wonder if school starts today in BH. Strange not being part of it. But then again, not really. I don't exactly wish I were there working. Just want to be with my friends! I have to sit on the terrace a while to cool off. These walks -- or worse yet, bike rides -- up the hill to my apartment can be terrible. Even in the cool of the evening. I’ve noticed the days getting shorter. I’m told it’s been a cool, rainy summer in Detroit. Sorry to say, but I’m glad! Man, it’s still so hard for me to follow Spanish conversations. When Pinky and James were talking to Irene, I was lost. I need to listen -- to concentrate more.


7:00 pm

It's just too darn hot to do anything today! 42°! So I'm wallowing in the heat in my apartment. It's the terral wind from the Sahara -- so dry! I got paid 20,000 pesetas ($200) today. At least it's something. Next week I'll have to knock on some doors about teaching English. I think classes usually start in October. Actually, I'd like to secure a job for January if that's possible, because I need to go home in November. Look at the options first.