Continued..

Our discussions unlike any dialogue i've ever participated in. IN high school i remember, rightfully so or not, a lack of enthusiasm to contribute to in a class room setting because i didnt feel it was an appropriate audience to bounce my thoughts and ideas off of. But here every one has such a thorough understanding of the material that we are covering which enables the discussions to reach a much higher, more thoughtful level. I find myself not only inspired by what everyone has to say but challenged and encouraged to think more and harder than ever before. Yesterday, during the time allotted to writing a letter to ourselves to be opened in MAy, i decided to sit by the pool and catch some sun, sparing in the monsoon season here. I was quickly distracted by two local boys who were swimming in the pool and looking at me and giggling quietly. After a few unproductive minutes i decided to ask them what was so funny (in spanish, of course.) This quickly turned in to a underwater holding-your-breath contest followed by other simple pool games. One of the kids, Jordan, challenged me to race him across the pool underwater. The pool, which i think way contain more chlorine that water, was irritating my eyes terribly so i decided to close my eyes and just wait until i hit the wall on the other side. The race began and underwater i held my breath and did about 4 strokes of underwater breast stroke and was quickly put to a stop by the pool wall, except instead of my hands reaching the wall it was my head. I emerged from the water with a cut on my forehead, the bridge of my nose, and on the interior of my upper lip. Let's just say big lips actually don't look good on me. Yes, i swam into the pool wall. So my first wound abroad, (mom please dont get on a plane and fly to Costa Rica, I'm fine, really.) But about to begin another seminar on "Fear" so got to go. ok bye