the first good time

So the three of us HT's walked to the grocery store tonight. It took a while to find it, and when we did it was closing. So basically we walked like a mile to get some bread and diet coke (of course) before they shooed us out. Christina is more kind and thought we should heed their shooing while I thought we should smile and nod and play the "I don't know what you are saying to me" card and go about our business till we got all our groceries. I didn't walk a mile in the cold to come home empty handed. Anyways we left with our bread ( next time we will go when it's not closing..) And then we got lost. Very lost. We ended up downtown near a Mcdonalds. And we were starving, and it was almost 11 pm. So we stopped and got big and tasties to help us in our quest to find home. After we chowed down, and wandered about in the cold, I decided it was useless and I was tired and proposed we climb into a warm taxi and get home in 5 minutes as opposed to possibly never. It would be tragic to see a newspaper headline saying.. "3 ILP teachers, froze to death outside McDonalds... 5 blocks from their apartment...."... So we took a taxi. And now we are home. We were indeed very lost. And we have no idea how we ended up so far from our casa. But such is living in a new country and having a level 5 decent sense of direction.


luvs,
Kayla