Last day...

So it just ocured to me that this is my last day here without Levi. This is going to be the last time I eat breakfast alone, or wake up to an empty apartment, or go to sleep by myself. Weird!

Last night there was a storm with the loudest, strongest wind I think I have ever seen. It was incredible and kept me up for a long time, whistling right outside my window and whipping around the building. It was banging the glass doors with great force and this morning when I opened my window for some fresh air it slammed the door closed and held it shut with such force that it took me 3 tries for me to finally open it again. Wow!

Yesterday I worked a 12 hour day, more or less. I went to Atento, where they teased me like crazy about my boyfriend finally coming, then last night I taught my landlord's husband some English. It is a very tall order, as he is really only a beginner, but wants to translate his emails which are very advanced and technical. So it is going to be a tricky thing to do. But afterward they invited me to stay for dinner so we chatted, and they invited another boy to come and meet me, and he was thrilled to talk to a native speaker. I mean, like, as if I were a celebrity, he was getting all flushed and nevrvous and was telling me about how before he came he was practicing in the shower what he wanted to ask me about. And you know what one of his big questions was? How do you pronounce Schwarzenegger? It was pretty funny, and they were all practicing it all night. It also made me realize how valuable it would be to live with a family, especially when it comes to practicing Spanish.