I am an Addict. This is the first step to recovery so I am told, so today I am telling you that I have a problem and I need help for the sake of if I want to live till I am a ripe ole age of 40, I must get help. I am addicted to...McDonald´s and Ronald himself is my dealer. I find myself taking a 30 minute bus ride out to this town every night to get my fix. Due to the expense, I am skipping lunch to make up the cost for the dinner. My mouth salivates just writing about it. When I was at home, McDonald´s was not my first choice. In the US it would have been at Dinky´s - yep that damn chihuahua at Taco Bell was also giving me my fix. If it was him it was at that gingers place, Wendy´s.
Today will by my last meal at McDonald´s for I don't know how long. I am taking a flight to Trinidad going into detox and to meet up with the "Massy Girls" for Carnival. For some reason...I feel it is going to be a crazy next 2 1/2 weeks. I am not sure how easy it will be to get access to the internet at their house so until then...signing off.
Showing posts with label Margarita. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Margarita. Show all posts
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Out and about in Margarita
February 2nd, 2010: no wonder why some kids have tantrums...they just don't have the vocabulary to say what the want. So they cry. I can verify the frustration as at times I feel as if I am never going to be able to speak spanish as a developed Cro-Magnon baby. It can make life exciting...but when it is not exciting, it is a little upsetting.
The Police here in Margarita seem to be not as friendly but still not bad. I feel like a kid, knowing the police suppose to be all big and tough as I attempt talking to them, smiling as they hold an expressionless face. Either they say nothing or just shake there heads up and down as the look forward with the dark tinted sunglasses on. They are probably thinking something is wrong with me because I suppose to be scared of them like everyone else.
Only in South America can you get on a full bus and have just enough space for one foot on the door platform as he pulls away to do his route. It is also nice to be able to get on and off whenever you want without having to wait for that designated bus spot.
The Police here in Margarita seem to be not as friendly but still not bad. I feel like a kid, knowing the police suppose to be all big and tough as I attempt talking to them, smiling as they hold an expressionless face. Either they say nothing or just shake there heads up and down as the look forward with the dark tinted sunglasses on. They are probably thinking something is wrong with me because I suppose to be scared of them like everyone else.
Only in South America can you get on a full bus and have just enough space for one foot on the door platform as he pulls away to do his route. It is also nice to be able to get on and off whenever you want without having to wait for that designated bus spot.
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