So. 5 days until I go to Bio Bootcamp, and 9 days until I get myself deported to Mexico.
Oh Lord, help me pack. I seriously look at the pile of Mexico field clothes and bug repellent and malaria pills and snorkel gear every day, and every day I say to myself "Dana, you really need to drag the suitcase out of the attic and do this already" but I never do. But hey, at least I'm not the only one who's procrastinating. It seems everyone I talk to hasn't even begun to organize anything... but I'm babbling.
9 days. Nueve dias. (Did I get that right?) Let's practice some Spanish...
Soy una estudiante americana. No me duele por favor. Gracias.
Donde esta la banca/el banyo/mi casa?
And just for fun: No me corta mi garganta, por favor.
All of the above has been taught to me by non other than the lovely Amanda Schwartz. Gracias :)
Lately, the fact that I speak not a lick of Spanish is really starting to concern me. I feel like the first few weeks I'm going to struggle and somehow come out fluent in French again... which really has no benefit when I'm in a Spanish speaking country.
But hey, that's what a dictionary and Spanish class is for, right?