Run Karen Run

OMG. It’s hot in here! Dripping, literally dripping with sweat when I arrived at my destination. It’s time to my act together so first order of business on Monday was to put the running shoes on, oh, and actually run in them. I did it! Nearly killed myself with heat exhaustion, but I made it to the beach. My poor boon-yahs (that’s bunyon in French, ok, not really, but that’s how I say it, k). So, that was last Monday. This Monday was a bit different story. Estoy enferma (I’m sick).

It felt like something was coming on Saturday and Sunday, woke up Monday with a sore throat. Then talked to my Fascha (language unknown) and heard there’s a little something up with his noggin. This was the call I dreaded even as I was in the planning stages of this trip. It’s times like these when you, well, when I, am really tested. Since Papi knows me well he started with “I have to tell you something, but don’t freak out.” Funny, Eric also said “don’t freak out” when we talked via email later. Hm, do I have a history of freaking out or something?????? Rhetorical, mmm, zip it.

Anyhow, Daddy’s had a mini stroke which lead to some exploration that found a BENIGN booboo on his brain. More appointments coming up to figure out details and next steps. I wait with bated breath. For now, I’m here for a while, working on not freaking out, looking for a roommate for the last quarter of the year, hoping to find work to fund my stay, laboring through Spanish classes, etc. But, circumstances pending, I’m home rapidamente with hippo kisses en mi mochila (in my backpack)!