Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Nicole is partying... I'm working

So Nicole is at home with some women from work. They are learning to make Indian food (from an Indian girl we work with). Its most of the women from work (well, there are only four women that work here including Nicole and two of them plus Nicole are there as well as our supervisor who has been working here for the past two weeks but will be leaving on Saturday). So four women in total are at our house cooking.

I have to do a rather complicated lecture tomorrow so I stayed behind at work to hide from people finish up the lecture notes while Nicole has her cooking party. I think the main thing they're learning to make is bread. Nicole loves her some bread.

Tomorrow is Thursday, of course, and we'll be at work late administering an exam to a student who was too ill to take it two weeks ago. Then Friday is more lectures, clinic, supervision and then its a long weekend!

We're so excited...

Our long weekend will be much like our short weekends. We'll spend part of the time working and part of the time not working. The exciting thing is that the part of the time working and the part of the time not working will be done elsewhere. We're leaving on Saturday morning for the nearest beach area where we've booked a hotel at a ridiculous "local rate" and we'll spend two nights there. We're not really planning on doing anything specific, rather we'll just see what the town is like and go near the ocean and do whatever strikes our fancy. Over the Easter four day weekend we might make more specific plans but we'll see if we can fit it into our ever growing list of things to do and our ever shrinking budget.

Not much else to update as we've been trying hard, unsuccessfully, to catch up on work.

3 comments:

Maisha Bonnie said...

I hope your mini vacations is nice ;)
love you guys.
Maisha

Anonymous said...

How did the bread tastes? Did you manage to miss your guest Matthew or did you have to be nice. B-L

Unknown said...

The bread was pretty much like a tortilla. They've never heard of tortillas here, but that's what it pretty much was. They call it Roti here. I guess every country has their version of a tortilla.

Matthew came home eventually, he was nice enough to help with the dishes after enduring a meal he HATED! Poor guy.