More Musings

Thank God for healthy bodies—today I picked up an ant with my index finger and thumb, thinking it was a crumb I had dropped from my plate of cake. I spent the next 15 minutes feeling (tripping) as my body fought away the sting and my hand became red and then white and then normal goldy-peach. Amazing. What an amazing machine.

Now that I've been to 5 birthday parties, I think I can almost certainly say: birthday parties here require only: chicken balls (kind of triangular in shape), soft (cheesy) bread, and cake. Maybe beer (Skoll is preferred). The TV stays on in case of a lull in the conversation, during which everyone faces to watch the show (usually Passióne) avidly.