The word of the day is “Caducity: *1, senility *2: the quality of being transitory or perishable.”
Today is pretty hard, I feel transitory and perishable. I’m trying to keep my chin up but I feel slightly defeated. I attempted to do laundry. I took one of the unused silver rods from the other room and taped it to either end of the fence around my balcony. I then put my jeans, sweatpants, and a couple of t-shirts hanging over it safely in eyesight. I know Posadas must be pretty safe because the restaurant across the alleyway next to me called Mesoncita, leaves its shipments of beer by the door, it has been sitting there for 3 days...untouched. I didn’t go to Cordoba today because we assumed everything would be closed on Sunday, but I’m aggravated because it turns out that most places are actually closed tomorrow. Very irritating. I also left my medical clearance and proof of good conduct at home. Pilar said it is still worth going to the police station in Cordoba to get my N.I.E even though I don’t have all the paperwork. It should be a pretty early morning and a pretty frustrating one as well. I guess the line at the police station is very similar to the Department of Motor Vehicles at home. I really want to talk to my friends and family, but I don’t have any money left on my calling card and I’m not willing to use the usb internet that cost 60 euros for 1 g. I figured I would wait til tomorrow and just go to the school to use it, or wait til Tuesday when I begin teaching.
I’m just disappointed because when I envisioned myself here in Posadas, I thought I would have unlimited wireless internet. I figured that would be my main source of communication and I would use skype as freely as I wanted. You can’t imagine how much I miss hot water, a working shower head, internet, central heating, and dryers. Hell, I even miss dishwashers. Doing the dishes in ice cold water in freezing weather is pretty miserable. I don’t even feel like traveling anymore, I wish I could meet up with Mandy--that would be more fun, but my only friend is a british guy who is perfectly content taking cold showers and eating blase food. I don’t get paid til the beginning of February. I’m trying to figure out what Troy and I will do when he is visiting. I think Posadas will be pretty disappointing to him because there is no club or anything. I imagine he will want to go out in Cordoba, which is pretty impossible because of the bus system. I just wish A was here and my mom. God, if the girls could be here with me I would be 10x happier. Instead, I’m alone, watching my clothes move ever so slightly in the wind.
PS: I’m now rationing my country linen oil diffuser since I only have 3/4 of the bottle left after less than a week. I am also rationing my Twilight books, afraid to be without them. I haven’t actually read any of it since my plane ride over, when I have other great books to read I’ll indulge myself.
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