The longest part of my week is over. Mondays are full, and Tuesdays are just a bit shorter. I take a couple of kids to the pool after school, a so-called "Swimming Club" in which I don't actually swim, and then their father is kind enough to drive me to Plaza del Sol, where they turn off the main drag. It's usually convenient; I do a bit of shopping at the Automercado, catch a bus to Mall San Pedro, and a taxi home for less than $2. Only catch? Each time I've gotten to Mall San Pedro recently, it's been raining cats and dogs, and the taxis are gone. I walked home this evening; I don't think my runners will be dry in time to wear to school tomorrow!
I'm looking forward to the rest of the week. We're starting holiday prep in all of my classes (I had a parent ask me if I thought there was still enough time!) and there's a chance that Jess and I might head to Manuel Antonio this weekend. I don't know what I'll do when she leaves; we've had fun traveling together. I've figured out how to send money to my bank in Canada without having to go to either the bank or Western Union, and I get to shop/chill with Lorrie tomorrow after the half day.
On a different note, I have a decision to make. Please, if you're the praying sort, pray that I'll see the guidance I've been asking for. Sometimes I can be pretty dense, and I'd rather see the point before it's rammed home. I'm measuring it all, day by day. Sigh. I know there's a plan. Too bad we weren't all born with a map tattooed on the bottom of our feet or something. Then again, life could get pretty boring if we all knew where we'd end up. Ah, free choice. If not for an apple...
No comments:
Post a Comment