Roatan - Day 6

I hate feeling so disconnected from the world.  There are surprisingly quite a few white people living here that have been here for years.  Even with a nicer apartment, I don’t know if I could permanently be an island bum.  It’d be nice to just pick up the phone and talk to family.  It’s fine at the clinic because we have wireless internet we can stay and use after our shift, but then when we get back home, there’s not much too do.  Except type up this blog post and do some studying, but who wants to do that?  I guess I could read the book I brought, 1776, but way too detailed for my new island mentality.

Today I feel like I went back in time to my former life.  I worked in the pharmacy for my shift today (I was a pharmacy tech for over 3 years prior to teaching high school).  I got a 60 second introduction and was set free to work on my own.  What?!  No pharmacist to check to make sure I filled the prescription right?!  Nope.  I WAS the pharmacist.  I actually enjoyed it.  I wonder how many patients can actually read their medication instructions…

J and I discovered a lady outside the clinic today selling pastelitos – fried dough filled with chicken or fish.  Wow, the spices in those things are AMAZING.  For only 75 cents each, I just had to go back and get another.  Heck with the PB & J.  I’d rather gain 5 lbs of fried pastelitos each week than spread two sides of bread each morning.  Plus, the humidity should offset that 5 lb weight gain.  Golden!

We paid our rent to Mr. Ed today, so there’s no turning back.  I’m sorry if I keep mentioning the apartment in each post, but we really cannot stand it.  In all my living situations and travels, this is definitely one of the worst.  $325 each for 6 weeks should be an indication of that.  And I thought we were getting a bargain!  Joke’s on me.

J and I were going to see if we could find beach access close to our apartment (we have been taking a taxi to West End – the main thoroughfare of all things touristy), but ended up taking a nap instead.  Just more hanging out in the apt. tonight.  Excited for the weekend and EXTREMELY sad I’m going to miss General Conference.  I COULD just show up at the church, but 1) I forgot to look up the address and 2) who knows if they’d even be broadcasting it at the correct times.  I’d just have to catch up via text, hopefully SOON.

Oh, and the Spanish grammar on this island is TERRIBLE.  The pharmacy instructions have incorrect grammar and spelling.  Even when I speak to people, they say things incorrectly.  Maybe instead of helping students with their English (we start tutoring next week), I should teach a Spanish class.  Ha.