So today, I observed once again in the classes before I have my official assignment next week of where and what I'll be teaching.
After school today we had a Mother's gathering, where the Mom´s of the school came and Jennifer got to speak to them about the importance of motherhood and she entranced all of them, as she usually does at any speaking engagement because she is just so wonderfully pure at heart.) It was nice to get to meet all the mothers and grandmothers of our little children.
Tonight, another one of the children's mothers here wants to treat us to something so we're invited to dinner and a volleyball game. I am already super amped at what my time here in Honduras will be like because we are being constantly rewarded by our students parents.
We went over to Samir's house about 7, but of course dinner was not ready then. Hondurans have a relaxed sense of time which I am going to enjoy thoroughly. Celeste, Vicky and I waited in the living room with Samir, watching Spanish disney channel (seriously, my life is simply amazing), while Samir's mom cooked us a vegetarian spanish meal. We had fried plaintains with lettuce, tomatoes, and avocado with a side of boiled egg for protein.
I am very lucky that I like plaintains, or I would be in a lot of trouble here. These people eat plaintains o platanos, todo el tiempo.
Samir's dad is a carpenter, and has his shop in the front of the house, so there's wood everywhere, which I loved, just because I think there's something utterly intoxicating about the smell of wood. He made a beautiful floral carving on the door to their house, which I sneakily took a picture of because it was so incredibly beautiful.
So, after our delicious meal, we head to the church across the street (where Samir's dad also made the doors,adn they are also quite beautiful, but I couldn't get a picture of) to play a game of bolleyball. (I love the way spanish people pronounce their 'v's as 'b's.)
The church plays volleyball every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. They invite everyone in the community to play and it can get pretty intense. These people are serious about winning (so naturally I sat out this go round, I don't want them to realize just how terrible I am.) Even though it can be pretty hardcore, they slow things down in the middle of the tournament to share the Word with the players, which I just think is so neat.
Celeste and Vicki, both played in the games. (Vicky doing wonderful, since she's the ideal natural athlete, and Celeste doing terrible, because she's wonderfully awkward just like me.) We all had a great time and I had mr first conversation in Spanish!!
I was so incredibly proud to have a full conversation in spanish on my third day here that my heart nearly leaped from my chest with joy. Granted, this conversation was with a 5 year-old, and only consisted of me answering two questions she asked, but I understood every word and that for me is enough.
End of Day 3 = Summer still in a wonderful state of bliss.
Friday
Day 2: Sindy's Birthday and Boat Ride
So, I think I am off to a pretty good start here in Honduras.
Today, my first day at the school was one of the litle kindergartners birthday! Her name is Sindy and she's one fo the children that my church sponsor through a scholarship program. She is absolutely precious and I feel in love with her instantly. It was the first time her family had ever been able to celebrate her birthday, which I think has a large part to do with the school adn the wonderful family in America that is sponsoring Sindy's education. She is so eager to learn and has the most wonderful (loud little voice I have ever heard. I want to pack her up and take her with me and I know I'll have to fight the urge to do that in 5 months or so.
So we celebrate Sindy's birthday with cakes, loads of presents from the other kids and PEPSI! SODA! Oh, sweet heaven, God indeed is here with me.
After school gets out, around 2, Fito tells me that one of the girls parents wants to take us to the lake to show us how grateful he is for our work. It's Day 2, and I'm already being rewarded for my effort of getting into a plane, eating copious amounts of food, and celebrating a birthday. You could easily say I am getting spoiled very fast.
So, we travel to Karroll's house, climb in the back of her dad's pick up, and set on our way. Our adventure begins by travelling down a bumpy dirt road (just like the one to the Irwin household) for 30 minutes. In America, I wouldn't have tolerated this, but it's Honduras, the second poorest nation in the world, and I'm game for anything. We pick up the motor for the boat along with some wooden paddles and a cooler for the fish we are sure to catch, and that gets squeezed in the back of the pick up with me, Jennifer, Karroll, Vicki and Sol. (Sully and Celeste, my two other roommates were unable to come) Then we travel another 30 minutes down the road to pick up the boat (and snacks, thankfully!). We then reach the lake, and the weather is looking foreboding.
We all squeeze into the boat and travel for about 5 minutes downstream with Karroll telling us how beautiful what we're going to see is when the engine suddenly overheats. We are now trapped, floating downstream with unpromising weather up ahead. The men bust out their paddles and begin the slow torturous process of trying to paddle upstream.
We make about 100 feet in 5 minutes.
Then it starts raining.
I look at Jennifer and say that this is a pulpit story from Johnny Johnson if I ever saw one.
Finally after 10 minutes of not really accomplishing much, a boat (likely the only boat on the lake since there was only one other truck parked at the lot) passes by. The girls put on their saddest, most pitiful faces and they graciously offer to tow us in.
We climb once again in the truck to travel back along the rickety dirt road, this time in the rain.
Sully and Celeste, hear the story and tell me, laughing and lovingly, "WELCOME TO HONDURAS!!!!"
Today, my first day at the school was one of the litle kindergartners birthday! Her name is Sindy and she's one fo the children that my church sponsor through a scholarship program. She is absolutely precious and I feel in love with her instantly. It was the first time her family had ever been able to celebrate her birthday, which I think has a large part to do with the school adn the wonderful family in America that is sponsoring Sindy's education. She is so eager to learn and has the most wonderful (loud little voice I have ever heard. I want to pack her up and take her with me and I know I'll have to fight the urge to do that in 5 months or so.
So we celebrate Sindy's birthday with cakes, loads of presents from the other kids and PEPSI! SODA! Oh, sweet heaven, God indeed is here with me.
After school gets out, around 2, Fito tells me that one of the girls parents wants to take us to the lake to show us how grateful he is for our work. It's Day 2, and I'm already being rewarded for my effort of getting into a plane, eating copious amounts of food, and celebrating a birthday. You could easily say I am getting spoiled very fast.
So, we travel to Karroll's house, climb in the back of her dad's pick up, and set on our way. Our adventure begins by travelling down a bumpy dirt road (just like the one to the Irwin household) for 30 minutes. In America, I wouldn't have tolerated this, but it's Honduras, the second poorest nation in the world, and I'm game for anything. We pick up the motor for the boat along with some wooden paddles and a cooler for the fish we are sure to catch, and that gets squeezed in the back of the pick up with me, Jennifer, Karroll, Vicki and Sol. (Sully and Celeste, my two other roommates were unable to come) Then we travel another 30 minutes down the road to pick up the boat (and snacks, thankfully!). We then reach the lake, and the weather is looking foreboding.
We all squeeze into the boat and travel for about 5 minutes downstream with Karroll telling us how beautiful what we're going to see is when the engine suddenly overheats. We are now trapped, floating downstream with unpromising weather up ahead. The men bust out their paddles and begin the slow torturous process of trying to paddle upstream.
We make about 100 feet in 5 minutes.
Then it starts raining.
I look at Jennifer and say that this is a pulpit story from Johnny Johnson if I ever saw one.
Finally after 10 minutes of not really accomplishing much, a boat (likely the only boat on the lake since there was only one other truck parked at the lot) passes by. The girls put on their saddest, most pitiful faces and they graciously offer to tow us in.
We climb once again in the truck to travel back along the rickety dirt road, this time in the rain.
Sully and Celeste, hear the story and tell me, laughing and lovingly, "WELCOME TO HONDURAS!!!!"
Day 1: San Juan
I stepped off the plane in San Pedro Sula to the hottest heat my body has ever known. This was partially due to the fact that I was wearing a black hoodie, sweating my way through customs and partially due to the fact that the jet fuel from the airplanes was close enough to touch.
"What have I gotten myself into?" I thought.
Fito and Sol, my sort-of host parents/bosses/new friends, picked Jennifer and I up form the airport and took us to eat at a fast food chain restaurant called "Power Chicken." Si, it was in English, but the food was very much Spanish.
It was also probably the most delicious chicken I have ever eaten. It was moist and had all the right spices to win my stomach's approval. There was also a cute little corner bar filled with all kinds of spanish dipping sauces and salsas, and things that I wasn't ever sure were suppose to go on food, but Sol assured me they were, and showed me how to eat fast food Spanish-style. I am 100 percent certain that I prefer spanish fast food to American fast food. It is a lot more food, and a lot more taste.
The long ride to my new home in San Juan Pedro was probably about three hours, although I can't be certain because I was asleep every now and again. However, they were kind enough to wake me up to feed me all sorts of special treats.
We stopped and got fresh coconut juice, (suddenly made me realize why exactly I had come to live in this new, hot, place.)
Then we pulled off on the side of the road and bought some lichas. I think this is one fo my favorite things about Honduras... people just sell things like frit in bags on the side of the street and you just pull over and they bring it to your window. Its practically I drive-thru, only your guranteed to get your order right.)
Lichas are the most amazing fruit I have ever tasted and I am already contemplating just what I am going to do about getting them in the States. I figure by the end of 5months that I'll have a sure-fire foolproof plan. Lichas look like they would hurt you, but they'rein fact quite squishy. You crack open the shell with your mouth and waiting inside is the most delicious thing in all of the fruit family. It inds of like a chewy grape with a seed inside. I'm not sure anyone can ever properly describe just how delicious these things are, you just have to try them for yourself.
We also stopped along the way to get peritas, which are shaped like pairs, but taste like flower petals. No me gusta. We also got chocobananas. Chocolate covered bananas... I was absolutely delighted Sweet tooth fix, satisfied.
"What have I gotten myself into?" I thought.
Fito and Sol, my sort-of host parents/bosses/new friends, picked Jennifer and I up form the airport and took us to eat at a fast food chain restaurant called "Power Chicken." Si, it was in English, but the food was very much Spanish.
It was also probably the most delicious chicken I have ever eaten. It was moist and had all the right spices to win my stomach's approval. There was also a cute little corner bar filled with all kinds of spanish dipping sauces and salsas, and things that I wasn't ever sure were suppose to go on food, but Sol assured me they were, and showed me how to eat fast food Spanish-style. I am 100 percent certain that I prefer spanish fast food to American fast food. It is a lot more food, and a lot more taste.
The long ride to my new home in San Juan Pedro was probably about three hours, although I can't be certain because I was asleep every now and again. However, they were kind enough to wake me up to feed me all sorts of special treats.
We stopped and got fresh coconut juice, (suddenly made me realize why exactly I had come to live in this new, hot, place.)
Then we pulled off on the side of the road and bought some lichas. I think this is one fo my favorite things about Honduras... people just sell things like frit in bags on the side of the street and you just pull over and they bring it to your window. Its practically I drive-thru, only your guranteed to get your order right.)
Lichas are the most amazing fruit I have ever tasted and I am already contemplating just what I am going to do about getting them in the States. I figure by the end of 5months that I'll have a sure-fire foolproof plan. Lichas look like they would hurt you, but they'rein fact quite squishy. You crack open the shell with your mouth and waiting inside is the most delicious thing in all of the fruit family. It inds of like a chewy grape with a seed inside. I'm not sure anyone can ever properly describe just how delicious these things are, you just have to try them for yourself.
We also stopped along the way to get peritas, which are shaped like pairs, but taste like flower petals. No me gusta. We also got chocobananas. Chocolate covered bananas... I was absolutely delighted Sweet tooth fix, satisfied.
Moving Day
So my mom did an extraordianrily wonderful thing the last couple months while I was away at college, which was buying a house.
As fun and exciting as this is, it brings with it the prospect of moving. You'd be hard pressed to find someone who actually thoroughly enjoys moving, but as someone who has done it 6 times within the past three years, I've gotten to see the silver lining of moving-- you get to get rid of stuff.
We all have a ton of stuff that's clogging up the backs of closets, taking over drawers and collecting dust on our entertainment centers, and when we move, we finally have a legitimate reason to get rid of it.
So, Sunday morning after church, my lovely friends, who had nothing better to do, offered to help me move all the large things we had yet to move, like the flat screen tv, the refrigerator, large furniture and pieces, and anything else we could fit in the back of the truck. I have to stop for a moment and say that I do in fact have the greatest adn most wonderful friends on the face of the planet, because they logged in countless hours of moving and saved my mom and me a TON on handyman repairs. Such as... Drew fixed our dryer, drove around town to three different stores looking for the part we needed to replace one our breakers (and replaced it, shocking himself in the process) while Mike fixed out water, hooked up the icemaker, and fixed the washing machine. All in all, they saved us at least 500 dollars worth of work. It helps to have an electrician and a plumber for best friends.
The greatest part of this though, was that I didn't really have to ask. When my plans for the afternoon were moving, it quickly became everyone's plans. I can remember moving countless times in tennessee and always being afraid to ask for help and ending up just moving it all by myself. But here... I have 4 of the best friends in the world (along with their respective entourages) to count on.
So moving day was an all day event, ending with pizza ordered in, season-finale watching of LOST on new, leather auto-reclining couches, and merengue dancing.
And to think.... I am willfully choosing to leave all of this for Honduras.
(Post- Script) The night fully ended with Ricky being trapped in a closet convinced it was the bathroom.
As fun and exciting as this is, it brings with it the prospect of moving. You'd be hard pressed to find someone who actually thoroughly enjoys moving, but as someone who has done it 6 times within the past three years, I've gotten to see the silver lining of moving-- you get to get rid of stuff.
We all have a ton of stuff that's clogging up the backs of closets, taking over drawers and collecting dust on our entertainment centers, and when we move, we finally have a legitimate reason to get rid of it.
So, Sunday morning after church, my lovely friends, who had nothing better to do, offered to help me move all the large things we had yet to move, like the flat screen tv, the refrigerator, large furniture and pieces, and anything else we could fit in the back of the truck. I have to stop for a moment and say that I do in fact have the greatest adn most wonderful friends on the face of the planet, because they logged in countless hours of moving and saved my mom and me a TON on handyman repairs. Such as... Drew fixed our dryer, drove around town to three different stores looking for the part we needed to replace one our breakers (and replaced it, shocking himself in the process) while Mike fixed out water, hooked up the icemaker, and fixed the washing machine. All in all, they saved us at least 500 dollars worth of work. It helps to have an electrician and a plumber for best friends.
The greatest part of this though, was that I didn't really have to ask. When my plans for the afternoon were moving, it quickly became everyone's plans. I can remember moving countless times in tennessee and always being afraid to ask for help and ending up just moving it all by myself. But here... I have 4 of the best friends in the world (along with their respective entourages) to count on.
So moving day was an all day event, ending with pizza ordered in, season-finale watching of LOST on new, leather auto-reclining couches, and merengue dancing.
And to think.... I am willfully choosing to leave all of this for Honduras.
(Post- Script) The night fully ended with Ricky being trapped in a closet convinced it was the bathroom.
Thursday
Being Buried Alive
I love coming up with clever titles.
I've always been jealous of those people who come up with the witty one-line newspaper headlines, because summing up in one sentence is just not my thang . I'm much better at the details and the story. All that to say... you will soon see the cleverness of my title.
Yesterday, I went with the bff to pick up her kid from the babysitters. While waiting in the living room for the dear little one's diaper to be changed, a tv commercial caught my attention as it was a preview for a new show called "the Buried Life." Normally, I see anything that airs on MTv to be positively beneath me since the cultural aptitude of the station is less than desirable. However, it seems MTv has taken a change of heart when it comes to this new show.
"The Buried Life" follows four canadian boys (swoon... already got you hooked, eh?) in their quest for accomplishing their life goals. Sounds kind of selfish at first, right? But accomplishing their goals isn't just what they're about. For every one goal that they accomplish, they help a stranger accomplish one of their own. (Now the real swooning begins.)
People helping people.
That's one of my favorite things in the world. Not only are they sucking the marrow out of life, they're inspiring others to start living as well.
So... what's on your list? What do you want to accomplish before you die? Will you live the Buried Life or be buried alive?
I've always been jealous of those people who come up with the witty one-line newspaper headlines, because summing up in one sentence is just not my thang . I'm much better at the details and the story. All that to say... you will soon see the cleverness of my title.
Yesterday, I went with the bff to pick up her kid from the babysitters. While waiting in the living room for the dear little one's diaper to be changed, a tv commercial caught my attention as it was a preview for a new show called "the Buried Life." Normally, I see anything that airs on MTv to be positively beneath me since the cultural aptitude of the station is less than desirable. However, it seems MTv has taken a change of heart when it comes to this new show.
"The Buried Life" follows four canadian boys (swoon... already got you hooked, eh?) in their quest for accomplishing their life goals. Sounds kind of selfish at first, right? But accomplishing their goals isn't just what they're about. For every one goal that they accomplish, they help a stranger accomplish one of their own. (Now the real swooning begins.)
People helping people.
That's one of my favorite things in the world. Not only are they sucking the marrow out of life, they're inspiring others to start living as well.
So... what's on your list? What do you want to accomplish before you die? Will you live the Buried Life or be buried alive?
Wednesday
Postcards!!
I am in love with snail mail.
Completely and totally,inlove.
Needless to say, postcrossing.com is an avid, albeit recent, hobby of mine.
To date I have sent 8 postcards all over the world... to Germany, Japan, Lithuania, Croatia.. just to name a few.
And Today, January 13th, I got my very first postcard!
Knowing my love of languages, i requested that if anyone sent me a postcard, for the to send it in their native language... and that is exactly what I got!
A postcard from Nurnberg, Germany... in German!
Hazzah!
Completely and totally,
Needless to say, postcrossing.com is an avid, albeit recent, hobby of mine.
To date I have sent 8 postcards all over the world... to Germany, Japan, Lithuania, Croatia.. just to name a few.
And Today, January 13th, I got my very first postcard!
Knowing my love of languages, i requested that if anyone sent me a postcard, for the to send it in their native language... and that is exactly what I got!
A postcard from Nurnberg, Germany... in German!
Hazzah!
Sunday
Today was the first morning I'd been to church in awhile. A couple weeks ago I stayed up ridiculously late watching the last two seasons of LOST and wound up messing up my sleep schedule for what seemed like eternity. So, today my schedule finally allowed for church in the morning.
So... little did I know that going to church this morning would involve much more attention than I ever wanted. Everyone seemed to already know that I'm leaving for Honduras...
And anyone I could ever want to tell would already know by the end of service. How, you ask? Because Pastor called me out.
In the middle of service.
He calls out my name, walks down from the stage and starts talking to me, or about me rather. It was completely unnerving. I've never had that happen before and wasn't quite sure how to react. Here pastor is, in front of me, talking about my future and the decisions I'm making (because it relates to his message) and I feel like I'm about to throw up.
So he announces to everyone that "Summer is going to the mission field."
Mission Field? I'd never really thought about it that way.
"Summer's going to live in Honduras and teach english at the school we built."
[insert gasps and "Oh my gawhs" here]
I never really thought about what I'm doing as being Mission Work. I think it's because it scares me when I look at it in those terms. To me, missions always seemed like you needed to "win over souls for Christ." Thinking about it that way, kind of intimidates me. Am I responsible enough to be someone's leader in Christianity? Am I a missionary?
So... little did I know that going to church this morning would involve much more attention than I ever wanted. Everyone seemed to already know that I'm leaving for Honduras...
And anyone I could ever want to tell would already know by the end of service. How, you ask? Because Pastor called me out.
In the middle of service.
He calls out my name, walks down from the stage and starts talking to me, or about me rather. It was completely unnerving. I've never had that happen before and wasn't quite sure how to react. Here pastor is, in front of me, talking about my future and the decisions I'm making (because it relates to his message) and I feel like I'm about to throw up.
So he announces to everyone that "Summer is going to the mission field."
Mission Field? I'd never really thought about it that way.
"Summer's going to live in Honduras and teach english at the school we built."
[insert gasps and "Oh my gawhs" here]
I never really thought about what I'm doing as being Mission Work. I think it's because it scares me when I look at it in those terms. To me, missions always seemed like you needed to "win over souls for Christ." Thinking about it that way, kind of intimidates me. Am I responsible enough to be someone's leader in Christianity? Am I a missionary?
Saturday
Snow
So, it seems i am utterly incapable of escaping freezing weather. For the past 2 weeks the high has only been 54. 54!! And to top it all off, last night it snowed. SNOW! IN FLORIDA! Hasn't happened in almost 20 years i think, and it happens now. Picture proof. Snow on the screened in pool. Snow on the hammock. Snow on the elephant leaves... all of these nice Florida things tainted by snow.
Granted it all looks like salt... but it's the closest thing we've had in awhile.
#23
so. It's less than a week into the New Year and whenever I go to update my blog, I'm confronted with that formidable list of New Years Resolutions. I'm antsy to check them off and accomplish all of them, so everytime I log on and read them over and realize I'm no where close to accomplishing any of them, my heart sinks.
So.. I made it my mission to accomplish one of them yesterday... so I did. I went to watch Leap Year, because it looked absolutely adorable, and decided I would use this moment to accomplish one of my goals.
After perusing fandango and crunching numbers I realized I could easily go to the 2:25 showing of Leap Year, and get out just in time to watch Sherlock Holmes. So... after watching Leap Year (and freaking out because it takes place in Ireland and in Boston- both of which I've been to in the last year) I used my highly toned ninja skills (thank you Sydney Bristow!) to sneak into Sherlock Holmes.
It was incredibly invigorating sliding along the walls, avoiding the cameras and having my heart race everytime someone walked into the theater, thinking they would be security coming to kick me out. Plus, I saved money... and we all know how much I enjoy that. And before the movie, I saw two movies that took place in Italy... I think it's a sign. ;)
Thursday
Auld Laud Sang
New Year.
So, I think I like what New Year's Eve does to people (not counting the drinking and bad decisions of course). There's a feeling of hope about the year to come that radiates in the air, igniting a fire within us. "This will be the year," we think. The year for whatever we have been waiting. Because in fact... our entire lives have been leading up to this moment... this year. I like making lists, having goals; it's something I do on a daily basis, so New Years Resolution's are right up my alley. So here's my list: I'll keep you updated on when I accomplish these things. (in no particular order)
#1- Be a vegan for two weeks
#2- Be a vegetarian for two weeks
#3- Learn the names of flowers
#4- Learn calligraphy
#5- Visit a scientology church and get a personality quiz
#6- Complete 26 things photo scavenger hunt
#7- Get a tarot card reading
#8- Climb the Ocala National Bank
#9- Put a message in a bottle and send it to sea
#10- Try Miracle berries
#11- Go to a roller derby
#12- Write letters
#13- Carve my name in a tree
#14- Listen to all songs on Rolling Stone's Top 500
#15- Run through Harry's kitchen and out the front
#16- Send all fo my close friends cards on their birthdays this year
#17- Attempt to like Hot Tea
#18- Leave Operation Beautiful Notes every public place I go
#19- Complete the 100 Strangers challenge
#20- Read all of Shakespeares works
#21- Keep a one-sentence journal
#22- Call customer service just to thank them for good service.
#23- Watch more than one movie at the cinema, but only pay for one.
#24- Do not play it safe at restaurants.
#25- Answer 50 questions that will free your mind- one a week
#26- Watch 26 foreign films/ documentaries alphabetically
#27- Leave inspirational notes in random books at the library (maybe in the self-help section)
#28- Get my conceal and carry permit
#29- See Phantom of the Opera Live
#30- Buy a pair of Toms Shoes
#31- Guerilla Art random places
#32- Learn to count cards
#33- Use only recyclable bags when shopping
#34- Always ring flat 203 downtown on the square
#35- Send my mom flowers at work
#36- Read 10,000 pages
#37- Run a 5k with no walking breaks
#38- Participate in Thrill the World- Oct 24th!!!
#39- Participate in the Zombie Pub Crawl
#40- Spend more time at the river
#41- Run the Muddy Buddy Race
#42- Go to a Medieval Festival
So, I think I like what New Year's Eve does to people (not counting the drinking and bad decisions of course). There's a feeling of hope about the year to come that radiates in the air, igniting a fire within us. "This will be the year," we think. The year for whatever we have been waiting. Because in fact... our entire lives have been leading up to this moment... this year. I like making lists, having goals; it's something I do on a daily basis, so New Years Resolution's are right up my alley. So here's my list: I'll keep you updated on when I accomplish these things. (in no particular order)
#1- Be a vegan for two weeks
#2- Be a vegetarian for two weeks
#3- Learn the names of flowers
#4- Learn calligraphy
#5- Visit a scientology church and get a personality quiz
#6- Complete 26 things photo scavenger hunt
#7- Get a tarot card reading
#8- Climb the Ocala National Bank
#9- Put a message in a bottle and send it to sea
#10- Try Miracle berries
#11- Go to a roller derby
#12- Write letters
#13- Carve my name in a tree
#14- Listen to all songs on Rolling Stone's Top 500
#15- Run through Harry's kitchen and out the front
#16- Send all fo my close friends cards on their birthdays this year
#17- Attempt to like Hot Tea
#18- Leave Operation Beautiful Notes every public place I go
#19- Complete the 100 Strangers challenge
#20- Read all of Shakespeares works
#21- Keep a one-sentence journal
#22- Call customer service just to thank them for good service.
#23- Watch more than one movie at the cinema, but only pay for one.
#24- Do not play it safe at restaurants.
#25- Answer 50 questions that will free your mind- one a week
#26- Watch 26 foreign films/ documentaries alphabetically
#27- Leave inspirational notes in random books at the library (maybe in the self-help section)
#28- Get my conceal and carry permit
#29- See Phantom of the Opera Live
#30- Buy a pair of Toms Shoes
#31- Guerilla Art random places
#32- Learn to count cards
#33- Use only recyclable bags when shopping
#34- Always ring flat 203 downtown on the square
#35- Send my mom flowers at work
#36- Read 10,000 pages
#37- Run a 5k with no walking breaks
#38- Participate in Thrill the World- Oct 24th!!!
#39- Participate in the Zombie Pub Crawl
#40- Spend more time at the river
#41- Run the Muddy Buddy Race
#42- Go to a Medieval Festival
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