No Country For Old Men

Wow, we went last night to see No Country For Old Men. Intense is one word that sums it up. The movie just won an oscar for best film? The acting is really good, but wow. In Malta, they take a five minute intermission in the middle of every film. Imagine, the most intense part of the film, and all of a sudden, the screen goes dark and what do you know, it's intermission. I went and bought some insanely salty "party mix"...This party mix must be why there is no salt in the food here because it uses up all the salt for its one little air filled bag. I decided I needed a distraction, so party mix it was.

We were invited to the movie by our new friends Tim (from New Forest England) and Rob (from Munich and some where in S. Africa). We went to Simon's Pub after for a pint, and before we knew it, it was roughly 1:00 am. Early by Maltese standards, late by mine. I slept surprisingly well considering I just sat through an intense suspense filled scary movie, normally, I would sleep with the lights on, but I put on my mask (hehe) and went to bed! I am now up, and thinking really hard about going to the gym.

I had english lessons yesterday at Marsa. I had one of the same men as before. I forget his name (and he remembers mine...guilty!) and I had a new man as well. The one man, we'll call him Joe, was awesome. He tries so hard, has fun, and is doing so well! The new man was complicated. We'll call him Bob. Bob, was not very helpful. He would write a sentence such as: He did going to school yesterday. I would try to then correct him and say, very close, but actually what would the word be instead of "going?"... Then he'd get mad, and argue that it was correct, and then he'd say move on. This went on the whole time. Ugh! Then, I was trying to help Joe, so I told Bob to write a song, using correct english, about a dog and a cat. He did. It was not perfect but then he made me sing it. So I did. And Bob laughed at me! It is also very hard when a simple word you use everyday, becomes a word someone has never heard and you have to explain it. Huh? What? Then try to explain it using as little english words as possible, because they don't speak enough to actually know what you are talking about when you are trying to explain it. Whew.

Our toilet has decided to stop flushing for awhile. Maybe once a day it will humor us, but its gross. Not to mention that the walls are covered in mold and the floor is always wet because the shower curtain does not cover the end of the shower and is essentially useless. So put all this together, and you have a disgusting room that I try to not frequent. If I MUST shower here, I go to shower ready for a fight. Sputtering water that spits at you, and goes HOT to COLD every two seconds is not my idea of a nice morning shower. I try to shower at the gym as much as possible considering their endless supply of hot water and rain shower heads. Luxury!

Oh, I mentioned the gym again, I suppose that it's a sign. Now that I am not as sick, I can finally go workout, go to the sauna and take a shower that doesn't make you think that maybe being dirty and greasy is actually better than being hygienic.

Off I go then, I'll update of the spring break plans, so everybody can follow along with my travels, and marvel in the fact that I can go around the world, virtuallly by myself and come back in one piece!