Day 16-18 – Corridor
So for the rest of this week, we were in recovery mode and didn’t accomplish too many new tasks except work on our corridor. At the beginning, the first layer of the white paint looked horrendous because it not only didn’t cover any of the ugly splotches but made more ugly splotches of its own. The work turned out to look impossible to finish and we hit a low point. We were both in pain most of the days and groaning about being homesick the rest of the days. I’m surprised we were still as efficient as we were. On Thursday, we were completely healed and the sun came out too so it was starting to look encouraging. After the first two layers dried, the blindingly clean white looked so good. We topped it off with some taped tops and bottoms and made our edges to give it an extra touch of perfection; the aching thighs and backs were surely worth it. All in all, the completion of the corridor took less than 10 hours and now it looks amazing! We are quite proud of our work and got a handful of praises 
The blowing team does it again!! During parts of the painting, men walking by would definitely have the machismo complex and either try to tell us about splotches we’ve missed or attempt to help with something I was pretty much about to do myself (yeah, okay some were just trying to be helpful, I know). Not that I’m not appreciative or anything but it’s funny to notice these things especially having talked about it during our sessions in Costa Rica.
Tonight I cooked some Chinese food for my host family and I have a feeling my mom’s healthy cooking was not appreciated, unfortunately. I guess their version of Chinese food is doused in soy sauce and grease. The other day we witnessed how she cooks her beans and sausages and let’s just say that it looked like I saw 5 years of my life fly out of the window.
It’s Friday again, time flies. Some of our friends are coming over to our town tonight and so we’ll have a bit of a more relaxing weekend this time round. No more long bus traveling, ugh they were unbearable. This is the last weekend before we head home. It’s sad to think that I might not ever see some of these people ever again. This is definitely the first time I’ve ever missed home and know that I will miss these people and this experience. I am usually one to be excited for change and new beginnings, but this 2-month journey was just too life-changing to leave me excited to leave it and start something new. I am definitely going to have live up senior year, now that it has this to compare to.
One more weekend of fun, and one more week productive work. Going to make the most of it!
