You see, just a little over 6 months ago, I would have killed myself if I ever thought the things I am thinking right about now. Just a little over 6 months ago, Suriname was still fresh on my mind, I still believed I could get a week in Holland for Christmas, I still believed I would never succumb to the whole Che Guevarra craze, that I would never enjoy my time here.
I was very wrong. Somewhere along the way I started getting positive, more social, more decisive and better looking (yes, the pimples disappeared). I even stand up for myself now. Can you believe that?
I am without a doubt. A Cuba-Whore.
I Love Cuba. But I Hate that I love it so.
That Rihanna has me crankin out lyrics, but I understand now
I love the fresh air, the internet-access in class, the ease of life, the cheap alcohol, the beautiful people, the nice friends I have made here, all makes it a bit worth while. I have also discoverd that thinking about the better aspects of life here makes you way less depressed and requires one less bottle of rum every d.... week.
Its better than thinking about nazi teachers, sucky school schedules, not being able to go home and all that Jazz
If I had a camera I'd show you that I really am happy.
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