In Antigua, one night I shared a room with a couple from Denmark, and I had a dream that I farted really loudly and then laughed out loud, so that they would know that I knew...
Then, in San Marcos, I rented a bed in a hostel dorm. The dorm turned out to be a huge gutted house with five twin beds. Three upstairs and two down. I set up camp upstairs, since there was a huge spider in the main floor bedroom. I had one roommate: Grit from Germany. One night the latin polka band was crazy intense and played until after 2am. At about 11:30ish we drifted off in our conversation...when I farted really loud! CRAP. All I could do was laugh out loud so that she would know that I knew that it happened. I heard nothing out of her, so I assumed she was sleeping. The next night at dinner, she said something about how late the music went, and then said, "when you laughed..." so I whispered in her ear that I laughed because I farted, and she said she heard that too. UGH. Turns out the night in Antigua was probably not a dream.
When she checked out I was worried about sleeping in this huge house all by myself, but when I returned to my room after dinner, I noticed that the door to the downstairs room was closed. Phew! I don't like being alone! Except then at about 11:30 I had to go to the bathroom. Of course I had to go number two. On this special toilet in this special concrete-walled bathroom it was, like, incredibly amplified.
And for some reason, this was the noisiest, slowest process I think I've ever experienced. I was hoping and praying that my new roommate was already sleeping and maybe with headphones in. I'll never know because she checked out before I woke up, so YAY! At least I know she'll never know it was me. But if I were her I would have done some investigating to find out who it was. For Reals.
The night after that happened I got REALLY sick and ended up spending the night on the toilet, from both ends. Thank goodness that night I was alone in the house. I spent the following day in bed. I pretty much slept and used the toilet microphone for 37 hours.
You can say I left Guatemala with a bang.
I blame all the beans.
5 comments:
My daughter wants to know if you're going to Argentina?
Yep, sometime in March or so? Does she want me to bring her Flat Corrine?
No, she loves dinosaurs and Argentina has some "pretty cool ones". She always talks about how she wants to go to Argentina someday. Not Disneyworld; Argentina.
I don't think she knows about the whole Flat Corine thing yet, but maybe someday she will. Would you mind doing that for us if she ever is interested?
no probs I love that kind of crap. Warning: I brought a Flat Allie to Italy one time and took all kinds of pics in front of unknown monuments and FORGOT to get her out of my backpack at the one thing a kid might recognize. (leaning tower of Pisa). So I'm not super "good" at the Flat kid thing. But I'll sure do it :)
You are so awesome!
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