Sometimes I can't wait to go home because I won't stand out so much. Blonde hair, 'green' eyes, at least four inches taller than most people - I just want to BLEND IN....

Here I am like the B in a CMajor Chord - meaning that you don't notice if the B is not there - but when it is played you notice it because it adds a different sound.

That is how I felt in the market this morning. Everyone just minding their business - until the white people came along. Today was the worst market visit I have had since I have been here. You do get used to people staring - but today there seemed to be a particularly high amount of intoxicated older men. (Possibly because of the football game last night - I wonder?) And in particular there seemed to be men who wanted to have Katharine and I as girlfriends - to which our bodyguard Noel responded that we were his girlfriends. (Thanks Noel, don't worry Kristen.)

And there was much learing. Now learing is MUCH different then staring. Staring is like people looking at you for long amounts of time. Learing, on the other hand, is like staring plus personal approach and perhaps even attempted entry into personal bubble space (which may or may not be accompanied by unintelligible words in Spanish - unintelligible not because I can't understand them but because they are drunk). And the worst part is - this kind of thing always seems to happen when you let down your guard for that one minute when you are paying attention to something else. I mean, it is natural here, that as a girl you are constantly paying attention to the whereabouts of people around you - making sure they are not trying to steal from you or touch you. But it amazes me that in that one moment when you are distracted - that those are the times when things happen. (which of course makes sense). But honestly, can't I even ask the price of carrots without something happening? It just gets old really fast. I am looking forward to being home where I can relax abit.

Just a little vent...