Last night, Adrian and I walked home a little after 6, and the streetlights went out. We thought maybe we’d lost power in the town, but when I got home and went to my room, prendí la luz sin problemas. And then the lights went out. And then it started storming. For the whole night. My family sat in almost complete darkness for a few hours, and I ate my dinner by candlelight. When my host mamá brought my plate to the table, she chuckled and said, “¡Qué romántica!” I won’t lie, it was one of my better dates, because I am hilarious and excellent company.
Did I mention I was eating by myself? Oh, well I was, and it was wonderful. I had a torta de papa (sin queso, because my mom has realized that the cheese is the one thing that I’m not particularly crazy about and she was thoughtful enough to make mine different, even though I would’ve eaten it regardless.) I also ate some BOMB gallo pinto and platanos maduros. I know I’ve only been living here six weeks, but I’m honestly not sure if I can survive a day (or even a meal) without some kind of platanos.
For the rest of the night, I talked to my host sister and sang “All Along the Watchtower” to myself as the storm raged outside.
Not a bad night overall.