2nd Week of September

This week started off okay. Every friday we have these interact meetings, with all the rotary people I know, and last friday we went to Ilheus to the yacht club. They pronounce it yachee clubee. pretty funny :P

waaater

the yachee clubee

That friday, I went with Hellen and Kyle and Luan's family to Itacare, a beach a few hours away. It was the most beautiful beach I've ever seen in my life, the water was perfectly clear, and the sand was so white and clean that it made little squeaky sounds when you walked on it the right way. Apparently Bahia has the beaches in the whole country. oh yeah, I scored.

Hellen with a coconut

When you're finished drinking out of it, they come and cut it in half, and you scoop out the coconut meat inside. It was weird.. I didn't much care for it.

So that was saturday.. or no, it was sunday. Yep definitely sunday, because my family was at church all day, and Sven had to go that night and I felt bad that I couldn't be there to keep him company. well I mean as bad as I could feel, we're talking church here.
But that monday, when I went to portuguese class, Nokinha (our counselor) was there, and told us some bad news, that our portuguese teacher (forget his name, he's a university student) had to quit because teaching us portuguese was too much stress on his soul.
he said he needed to study more. right. :P
So that night instead of having class, we went to get Acai, which is this berry smoothie energy thing that's delicious but also turns your lips blue.
it's not embarrassing or anything.

it comes with granola and banana stuff

Acai Point
The point at which to buy Acai

And the week went downhill from the berry energy smoothie things. The whole week the FEZs didn't have class (if people don't get that reference I'll be heartbroken) because our school had exams. It resulted in me being bored and homesick all week. On the bright side, though, I knitted two scarves in four days. It's a record.
But wait, there's more! Wednesday, Nokinha informed us that Jasmine was being sent home!! Which really really really sucks. Before, it was two girls and two guys, the perfect combination of exchange student POWER. But now I'm the only girl in Rotary, a primarily male organization. I mean a few nights ago we all went to a Rotary meeting, and I looked around, and there was one woman other than me in the room. Out of maybe 40 men, one woman. Don't get me wrong, I love Rotary with all my heart and appreciate what they've given me, but I do feel awkward around so many men without any women there. So it feels really weird without Jasmine there with me.
Anyway, a bunch of us gathered at her house that night to say goodbye. Jasmine was booked on a flight the very next day out of Ilheus.

Jasmine's dad has some crazy artwork in their house

I love this picture :P

All of us with Chadalla, Jasmine's sister's yappy little dog.

All 4 of us together for the last time :(

Thursday, Fatima (host mom) and I drove to the city where my Dad has been for the past month to see his project.
My host dad, David, is a physical therapist/candidate for mayor. He's building a new physical therapy center in a town about 45 minutes from Itabuna.

the not finished physical therapy place
fatima is standing there watching the constructionizers

constructionizin'

And now, for some random moments of excitement during my week:

there was a lizard climbing around on the wall of my house the other day.
I named it Iggy before my mom shooed it out of the door with a broomstick.

someone just left this cart hanging around the supermarket..

Disclaimer: we did not drink any of it!

sven with a parrot

I don't know what's going to happen next week. School finally starts again on Monday, that'll be a relief. Tuesday will be my one month anniversary.. it would've been Jasmine's too. :(
Nokinha was talking about going to Itacare again next weekend, too. Nothing's for certain, but that would be cool.
I don't know.
Life is starting to get boring again. It's kind of a relief, but at the same time I have this anxious feeling all the time, like I'm waiting for something and it's late. I'm starting to get impatient with my Portuguese, too, it's not perfect and I want it to be.
But that can't be the only reason that I'm so worried. I've never been perfect at Portuguese, so it's not like I'm missing something.
It's as if I should be stressed about something, but I'm not, so I'm stressed about not being stressed.
....?
oh whatever, I'll get over it soon enough. I need to practice piano.