Currently my Dad and brother are visiting me. This is how I feel about that:
These next few weeks are filled with comings and goings and endings and beginnings, so we will see how regularly I am able to maintain this blog. School ends next week, my friend Kathleen will join me for a trip to Croatia, we’ll have English Camp in Péterfalva … and in 6 very short weeks, I will find myself on the other side of the ocean, for good. (For now.)
On Friday, the second-year students were the only ones left in the school for the weekend, and we all went on a short excursion to the river to roast bacon, skip rocks, and sit around the fire. The weather was a mite uncooperative, so we also spent some time with our blankets over a heads, waiting for a rain shower to pass. It was at this time that my hiding-under-the-blanket companions taught me how to eat un-shelled sunflower seeds. People here eat them the way we eat popcorn in the US. The seed hulls litter the sidewalks, I hear their crunchiness while we watch movies, and they are most certainly a necessity for a river outing. I tried eating them early on in my stay, but I found that the work necessary to get the hull open was disproportionate to the reward of the seed. Cleary I didn’t know the proper technique. It’s still a difficult process for me, but I’m improving, and maybe one of these days you’ll see me eating sunflower seeds like the rest of them. I’ll be sitting on a bench on the sidewalk outside my gate, watching the sun move across the sky as I crunch and chew and scatter.