Drinking with the boys

Drinking with the boys
Could never end well. 

Today's nit even over... And when it barely began I had enough to write a blog entry about. 

This morning we got up and had breakfast. As usual the street sounds and bird wretching got me up before 5am. Luckily I went to bed at 9pm the night before, so that wasnt all that bad. I lied in bed, wrote some emails and a blog entry, stretched and read, then decided to go out on a run around the university at about 7:30. Not so much. 

I get out there and I'm a spectacle. I don't want to be the only white person, the only person running, while throngs of people stare at me blazing through their space. 

At breakfast I talked to Sheri about this and she said she went on a run in and outside of campus at 5:30. I can't imagine running outside of campus. Apparently they spray the streets with water to clean them and so there are big puddles to dodge because of that. 

After breakfast of s noodle bowl that included one mushroom that tasted like an old shoe, we headed off to meet the president. I donned a black dress and was deemed beautiful by a woman in his office. Why thank you!

We sat and spoke with him about the students, tourism, the economy. It was neat to be speaking via interpreter. However, when I spoke to him he needed no interpreter which was nice. 

On our way to meeting him we were invited to celebrate the miduear at a professors house. Why not?

So we went and got some funds exchange at the bank - I came into 4 million dollars for the first time in my life. And then zip - off to the professors home to a party. 

It's cool. The profs house is just like any other storefront - his family makes furniture inlayed with marble. We walk back through the pretty storefront, several dogs and cats into an old timey wood and metal shack. There are women there cooking the pancakes, which are really just omelets served on banana leaves. Further on in the yard is an expansive and beautiful garden and a marble stone home. The house is absolutely gorgeous!

We walk in and meet the professor and his family. A girl named Sarah who can speak English very well. She invites me to her English club later. 

To be continued...