I know you’re shocked to hear this, or maybe you’re
not. I moved into my house less
than a week ago and I love it. My
first casita and I’m as obsessed as ever.
Yesterday afternoon I had my first exercise class at 3 pm which I went
around inviting people to again around 1 pm and everyone seemed really
interested. Then the time came and
not one person came, but that’s for a whole other post. So when nobody showed up I
obviously got embarrassed and my first reaction was to flea. So I went back to my house to get my
ipod and go for a run on the other side of the community where nobody would see
me. Then the volunteer part of me
decided it was a better idea to go back to the soccer field where I was
supposed to have the exercise class to let the community at least see me doing
exercise on my own and hopefully come the next time. So I through my house key in my bra, grabbed my phone, and
trekked back to the field. When I
showed up at the field a bunch of 15 year old boys were playing soccer and
shouting “Americana” which I did not want to have to deal with so I escaped and
ran along the dirt road for a while.
Then I came back once the soccer field had been vacated and ran a few
laps around that for good measure in hopes of one person seeing me and maybe
wanting to come next time. After a
while I started walking back to my house around 5 right as it was starting to
get dark and realized on the way that in fact…..I had lost my freaking
key. #$%^ Literally less than a
week into being the responsible young lady with my own home I lose my key. What an idiot. So I immediately race back to the
soccer field and convinced the little 6 year old boys to try and find it
praying for a miracle. And the
miracle didn’t happen. So I went
back and told my neighbors who are the owners of the casita that I did in fact
lose the key. How
embarrassing. They then told me
that since my door is literally iron and the Peace Corps made me put iron bars
on my windows that there was no way to enter (hello security?) so we would have
to wait until the morning and look then.
Highly unfortunate because of course I took off my insulin pump to go
running and it just so happens that I literally won’t survive the night without
it. Thanks diabetes for
sucking. So I awkwardly had to try
and explain that to them where I got the usual drink this herb and by September
your diabetes will be cured.
Thanks, but it’s not September sunshine. Anyways, so five of us set out with flashlights and a
motorcycle headlight and searched for nearly an hour along the road and in the
soccer field. No luck. So as I’m thinking about how
embarrassing and terrible it is gonna be to call my boss and tell her I need
someone to pick me up and bring me to a pharmacy in Asuncion my neighbor tells
me that two other men are coming over to try and break the door down. Oh god. Fine. Do what
you have to do. In Paraguay
anything is possible. So these
three men took over an hour to knock off my metal door handle from my iron door
(at least I know my house is safe?) while I sat on the side eating clementines
because girls just can’t do anything here. But literally in this case I was useless. And they finally opened it. And I bought a new doorknob today and
safe and sound I am again. With
two keys. And at the very least I
think I brought awareness to my exercise class. What a %*$^#$ idiot.
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