Day TresDoctor Seuss was right. Here is San Juan and probably the best map one can find of my temporary home. There aren't street signs, nor does anyone use any type of address system that I can tell of. Everything is based on blocks and landmarks. We have found our way around and considering the community is small I don't think getting lost will be a problem.
I slept much better last night after Julie gave me a Benadryl and I moved out onto a love seat on the porch. The breeze cools me off and the only down side was being awoken by the 5am parade that traveled through town. Apparently this is the week of San Juan and there has been non stop celebrations since we've arrived.I meet Melissa at 8am at the Texaco and we travel by car ride to a nearby school to discuss a schedule that will work with both her and the school. Melissa will be teaching ingles and I will assist when not working in the clinic. The rest of the group go up to the clinic to work.
The kids are cute and we quickly become celebrities caught in a mass riot of munchkins. We teach them steal the bacon, but no one can remember their numbers. They seem to be enjoying the game anyways.
I'm not surprised to find the children here eat candy and sugar water for lunch. We saw the same in Roatan, Honduras. The "lunch ladies" sell fruity candies and the children run wild until class is again called to order. In the mean time we see lots of kids recklessly knocking into one another. 
We stop by the local cemetary on the way back into town. I enjoy a sit down and some shade.
Laundry day.
Not quite sure about this one.
In the afternoon we hike up to Jesus Christo and la cruz. It's a good hike and we are all exhausted and ready for dinner upon our return. I'm covered in sandy mud and sporting a fabulous sweat-mustache... ready to cool off in our cold showers, but we find that once again the power is out on the block... this means we not only have lost our fans for the evening, but also water. A mutiny is starting and the girls on the trip are ready to hunt down the nearest hotel and beg them for a clean rinse. I've never been so dirty in all my life.
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