a friday like 2 weeks ago:
So I skipped breakfast today, a rarity for me, so I could sleep and use the bathroom without interruption. Around 830, Fr. Paul knocks on my door and informs me the American father, Father Kennely S.J., was coming around 10 to meet the American Mango Hero. Damn, I have to function like a human today and not the zombie I feel like. I shower up and around 11, they (the father and the American from Harvard creating a documentary on India) show up. So we talk to the m for a while, and they stay for lunch. We swap stories on India, about the service we have been doing, the people weve met, the times weve had diahrea and all the crazy things weve eaten. They were both pretty impressed with our accomplishments, but very disappointed when I informed them I had eaten 24 mangoes in 4 days, in a single day, or a single hour, or a single minute. We swapped emails and that was that.
I made myself ginger tea and tried making ginger pop. Both tasted like… gingercrap.
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