A declaration: I will have a
stomach like Thor’s when I’m finished with Peace Corps. Groovy. That rhymed. Well, it rhymed if you say Peace Corps like Peace
Cores. FYI: This is the way Tongans say it.
I’m not talking about a six-pack
(though yoga is helping me actually
develop some core strength -- booyah), but an inside that will rival the
strength of a certain hammer-throwing Norske cutie. I mean, it only makes sense
since I have a little Norwegian ancestry.
I used to eat dirt as a kid. Don’t roll your eyes. I’m sure you did too
but just can’t remember. I attribute my affinity for dirt to the fact that
I don’t have seasonal allergies and prior to Peace Corps I had an immune system
that was pretty rockin’ [translation: In
my B.P.C. days, I very rarely got sick…even after being an elementary school
teacher for 7 years. Since moving to Tonga? Meh. A different story.]
But when you move to a different
part of the world, you are inevitably introduced to a bevy of foreign germs and
viruses. And I encountered a beast-of-a-germ this past week. Stomach issues are
the worst when you don’t have someone around to take care of you and make you
soup. Sleep works well though.
Oh well, I’m better now and ready
to rock the rest of this week. This motion-sickness-prone girl is going to test
her stomach again when she learns all about deep-sea fishing on Saturday.
Mahi-mahi beware!
FYI: Mahi-mahi also means sour underwear in Tongan. This was not the
Mahi-mahi I was referring to. This is.
What fun things do you have planned for the weekend?
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