Doesn't anybody love me?

posted by will

Thankyou all for your support of my blogs. I'm really feeling the love. Wow, I just got back from Puerto Plata on the bus. I slept the whole way. I finally realized that I can get a better price if I ask them what it costs before I get in the taxi. We took the wood and some of Brian and Bethany's stuff from here in Santiago up to the villa last Friday. I rode in the rental truck. When it's dark, Dominicans flash their lights constantly, and when it's light they just beep their horns all the time. The driver was trying to learn english so we listened to some station that plays american music. As we were coming into Puerto Plata and the ocean came into view, YMCA came on. Yeah, this is the life. So they finally filled up the pool at the old place the day before we moved. When we came back from church on Sun. morning, it was raining and the next renters were already moving in even though there was still a bunch of stuff left that we wern't able to get out the night before. We finally got the water and fridge working. I primed the pump like you said Dad, and it started right up. The hot tub should be full by the time the next group gets here, but I don't know because it's pretty big. If you want the real view from the new place, you can find it on my picture page, www.msnusers.com/willspictures it should be the last picture.
So at six on wed. morning, Brian took me to the surfing beach to go surfing for the first time. There were no waves most of the time and then all of the sudden there would be a set of like five of them. It basically consisted of me floundering out into the ocean for about ten minutes, seeing a big wave headed towards me, trying to turn around and then falling off the surfboard, trying to get back on the surfboard and then another wave would hit me, repeating step three a few more times, realizing I had been washed way in and had to go back out, and then starting the process over again. Maybe I better just stick to digging holes in the sand. I was starting to get really tired out and thinking that this was really tough until I realized, wait, it's about 7:00 back home. Right now everyone else my age is getting ready to go to school and I am playing in the waves on some tropical island. Ok, so maybe I can endure this. My knees hurt. I just spent all this past week assembling stuff on the floor. Ouch. So the group is going to Shelly and Guille's church. That's going to be a lot of people in a small church. The phone that Sharla left me while she is gone is possessed by a deamon. First, it took a couple weeks too get it from the missionaries house where she left it. Then I had it for about half a minute and I put it in Guille's truck and forgot it. Then about a week later he got his truck back from his brother and left the phone in the church for me. But before I could get it, it was stolen by some kid from down the street that just got out of the insane assylum. About a week later Guille got it back and I finally got it again. After about two weeks it stopped working completely and Brian got it fixed but now it only works every now and then. What does it all mean? Brian and Bethany are teaching me hard-core fasting methods. I don't know what keeps them alive. When the fridge was out they barely ate anything the whole time. I hope the next group doesn't eat much either so that I can have all the leftovers. I hear a maid is going to cook for us, so I'm starting to get pretty excited. It will be interesting to see how Mr. Wilson is going to fit into the passing game. I am sitting here sweating with the windows open. The weather is deffinitely taking a turn for the worse down here. I'm tired. I finally finished Ivanhoe. I have been working on it the whole time I have been here. For some reason, I kept thinking the whole time that I had read the abbridged version once and Rebecca dies towards the end. So for the whole last couple hundred pages I was just waiting for her to die. All of the sudden the book was over though and she still hadn't died. What a rip-off. All week I have somehow been a day behind. I finally realized that today is friday just a few hours ago. It's kind of a wierd feeling. If anyone reads this blog before they come down tommorow, can you please bring me some chocolate. A bag of almond joys would be great. I will pay you for them. The chocolate here is really dry and light. Wow, did I just write all that?

Buenos Nachos, Surfer Will