Unless there's a new moon; which happens like, once a month.
This is when one really appreciates a lack of electricity. Like when you're bathing outdoors in the pitch black, and it's only six o'clock.
The stars look like the sea in the moonlight, there are more down here than I've ever imagined that there were. It's beautiful. Come visit me.
Then I was riding my bike and crashed headlong into the village alcalde. Neither of us had a flashlight. It was quite funny. Neither of us was hurt, luckily I was wearing my stylish and all-important bicycle helmet. Ah yes, the helmet. Peace corps volunteers, as you may or not know, are required to wear a helmet during all instances of bicycle riding, under pain of administrative separation from the Peace Corps. Needless to say, it caused more than a little curiosity and the like from my village during my integration period. By now however, everyone is quite used to it, and the children think its the coolest thing in the world.
I cannot stop thinking about my impending trip home to the United states of america.
I'm home from this wednesday (the tenth) until the end of the month (the twenty eighth). I won't have a phone so contact me via internet, and we can See each other. I miss everyone.