There is a kid in my sixth grade class who looks an awful lot like my little brother Liam. Same hair, same eyes, same devilish grin (notable lack of gap tooth, though). I told him today that he looks like my brother, and I´m not sure how weird that was for him, coming from a blond girl. In any case, Liam and this kid look more like siblings than Liam and I do.
Something I haven´t yet blogged about is my Fourth of July. Some of the other American volunteers and I enjoyed some hot dogs and watermelon. (Never attempt to eat half a watermelon--even if it is quite a small watermelon. Discomfort is inevitable.) We had planned to shoot off some fireworks, too. I hear fireworks here every day. When it is a birthday or a holiday, people shoot off fireworks. Not pretty fireworks. They shoot them off during the day. There are no colorful bursts of light. Only loud loud booms. When they went to buy fireworks, though, my fellow volunteers reported that what they found for sale were sketchier than sketchy, and they bought a ¨Happy Streamer¨ instead. This little cardboard tube was not a firework at all, and was found to contain a large metal spring and some tinsel, which shot out three feet or so when twisted. That was my Fourth. It was pretty enjoyable, though I did somewhat miss lighting Snakes on the sidewalk.
One final comment: This weekend I heard Alicia Keys´s ¨No One¨ en español. It was terrific.
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