its been quite hot out here in the desert for this last month, many days over 100 degrees Fahrenheit
quite a contrast from the often cold of Georgia(the country)
the end result is that I spend much time inside where there is air conditioning
but I am looking forward to making it down to L.A. from the 20th to the 24th though
So this past weekend, in the aftermath of one of Nugo's drunken rages, he denied me the right to use the internet and even though I both just a little over a week to endure of his behavior and knew he would likely forget about his denying me the internet in a few days, I decided that enough was enough and made the hundred kilometer journey by bus to see my, well, basically my "boss". For once I kept my resolve when speaking to her, sometimes its hard to around L. her sweet words, the fact
At one point she complimented me on my Georgian, I think I may have blushed, I told her I only knew about a hundred words, but they seem to be the ones I really needed. I assured her that when she had been here as long as I have that she would know far more Georgian than me. I then used that as an opening to ask here what other languages she spoke. She told me she knew a little Spanish from high school and some Cantonese, but not a lot. I asked her why that was. She told me her mother wanted
Updated June 23, 2012 at 06:07 PM by Oh my god, it's Robby!
& though I barely know her, I think I am falling in love with her. This is problematic because I may never see her again.
OK, maybe I should start at the beginning.
A couple of months ago I was in Kash... with Nugo and he was planning on being there a lot longer than I wanted to, so I caught a bus back here to V-town.
On the bus were two other Americans, Peace Corps volunteers, on there way to Batumi for the weekend. The man was named Reggie and the woman was Alison.