Here’s a taste of a few typical hours in my life. Now it’s almost like we spent them together:

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I was wandering around because, well, I have no guidance in life right now so that’s just kind of my normal state, and I ran into these kids who gave me oranges they had just plucked from the forest like resourceful scavengers. Then they thanked me for…taking their oranges, I guess. They’re 12. You’ve got to be kidding me. I was the worst human at that age. There are so many good kids here. I hope I’ll remember them/these moments when I attempt to teach them something one day and instead of listening they put erasers up their nose or whatever else is cool these days.

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I then photographed them and they posed like this.

Back to my walk, you’re distracting me. So then I just started walking down this road where a town is about an hour away and then I thought, Might as well walk for an hour and then turn around and walk an hour home!

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After about 15 minutes I passed this nice looking older man sitting on a stopped motorcycle so I immediately worried that he might try to murder me. Which I think is just my normal paranoid state. Then I noticed his gun that was tucked into his nice pants. “Hello!” he called to me. I smiled hugely and nervously, “Er hello!” “How are you?” he asked. “Good, thanks be to God!” I said brightly, hoping that he might be Catholic and because of the shout out to God, decide against shooting me in the chest. And he didn’t! So that’s good.

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Then I got offered a bola, or free ride, on a horse with some random dude and I would’ve said yes if I hadn’t been terrified to try to jump on the back of that horse without any help, fearing the embarrassment that was sure to come. Also, I wondered if he might murder me so I just waved him off. Nice guy though.

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Then I thought I’d like to sit on the nice rock cliff on the side of the road so I warily made my way up and sat for a long while to write. Then I headed home and got back just as it started raining softly and spent the rainstorm tucked away in my aunt’s house chatting with two of my host mom’s sisters.

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There are worse ways to pass a day! Didn’t get murdered once.

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