"Why I will never eat sushi again" (and other stories)

This week was, well... pretty rough. On Wednesday I had a big group presentation in the afternoon. We all thought it was in the morning so we showed up at 8:30 only to find out that we were supposed to present at 2pm. Fast foward to a couple hours later: the girls conviced me to go out for sushi with them. This was a big mistake. We went, I had some California rolls, they were okay, nothing too exciting. Then in the middle of the presentation I started to feel really sick to my stomach, dizzy, and feverish. I pretty much spent the rest of the day throwing up and wanting to die. When I woke up the next morning, I discovered that my eyes were red because I had popped some blood vessels. Today my entire left eye is red, I look like a freaking demon or something. Anyway, back to Thursday. So with red eyes and a body that's exhausted from being sick, I pack up my bags and head to a fishing village for the weekend.

Rude Awakening

Farid and I arrived in Batoque on Thursday night. Our host sister Rafaella met us at this market and took us to the house and we met the rest of the family. My favorite person in the family by far was Rafaella's 3 year old daughter Maria Duada (aka Duda), who is one of the friendliest and cutest little kids I've ever met. Unfortunately, my camera is still broken and I didn't get to take any pictures of her.
So the first night, I slept in a hammock that my host mom set up for me. Farid slept in a bed (bastard). One side of the hammock was secured to a hook in the wall, while the other with a rope tied to a ceiling beam. About 2/3 of the way through the night, the rope decides that it's not going to support me anymore. I'm half awake and I can hear it start to snap and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. BAM, I fall flat on my back on a concrete floor. Then for the next two days we went hiking through sand dunes...

I also have more stories from this weekend, which don't involve me getting hurt. Like how I made friends with a little monkey named Dudú, or how I went out onto the ocean on a little fishing boat, but I need to get some rest, so that will have to wait.