Monday was my breaking point.
Monday we went to campus where we tried to get a student ID for myself and Tony. After about 2 hours of going back and forth between offices, we were told that Tony had to wait until August and just show his acceptance letter at the school gate whenever he wants to get in, but I could have a visitor's pass. It was frustrating to have to go back and forth between buildings, correspondences, and wrong information. You would think they would have just one division in charge... But we got that done, rode the school bus back to house, ate lunch, and went to the clubhouse pool. It's really nice to be able to just sit in water that is refreshing. It's not too cold, but definitely not hot. We stayed in for about an hour until our skin got pruny. After the pool we went home, showered and decided that we needed some other things from the grocery store, and we had gotten the car to start up again, so we might as well let it run a little. Well we got there just fine, did our shopping and brought everything out to the car, and once again our car was dead. We had no phone so we went back into IGA and bought some jumper cables so that we could try to ask someone to just hook up their car. On our way back to the car Tony noticed some white people and said, oh those are students- I'll ask them if they wouldn't mind jumping our car! Turns out it was the same girl that had given us a ride to church the day before (thanks Brittney)! Well, they agreed to jump us and while we were doing that a local came up claiming he was a mechanic and offering his services. The car started right up, but continued with the low idle, bad sound it had made since we got it. The local started talking about what was wrong with it and how he would fix it for us for cheap with no problems. As sketchy as this may seem we accepted his help and told him we were gonna head home and would see him at our place later.
Now, before you freak out let me reassure you all that we didn't die and haven't been robbed yet so... yeah. :)
By the time he got to our place it was 7pm or so. The sun sets here at about 6:30pm so there was no light. He came up and looked at the car again and Tony and he talked about all that needed to be done with it. Because we bought it from a student who was leaving the island he didn't bother re-registering it for us or anything, so that all needed to be done as well. The local, who's name is Shawn, told Tony that he would fix all the problems and help us get it licensed, registered, inspected, and insured. Score! The only catch... he wanted to take the car with him and work on it at his shop. Now remember, it is dark, we don't know this guy, and he wants to take our car... So what do we do? We let him. Now there is a little more to it than that (like: he left us his car to drive in the mean time), but essentially we just turned it over to him and prayed hard that we would see that car again. Hah.
After he left with the car we wondered if it would be so bad if we never saw it again, after all it is a huge pile of junk. We left it in the Lords hands and started getting ready for bed. There was a little frog in the bathroom on the ledge of the tub. I'm not sure how it got there, but I left it to Tony to take care of. When he turned around it disappeared. I don't know if it went down the tub drain, or if Bear ate it. Either way it was gone. I hopped in the shower hoping to wash away all the problems and stress, but just as I was wetting my head I hear Tony mumbling worriedly from the other side of the shower curtain. "What?" I said. Very directly I hear from Tony, "Move to the back of the shower quickly." I did so, just to hear him say, "Move to the front, hurry." I then heard a slapping of the curtain and Tony stomping on the floor. I didn't want to ask and Tony didn't want to tell me what it was, but he did anyways... a cockroach. This was the last straw and I broke down crying. I don't know if I can handle all of this crap. It is not supposed to be this hard to be here. Tony tried his best to console me, but I still wonder if I am too high maintenance for a country like this.
On a good note, after I was done crying I found that sitting in front of the fan in our bedroom works well to dry my hair. :) And I don't even have to waste electricity or get hot.
After he left with the car we wondered if it would be so bad if we never saw it again, after all it is a huge pile of junk. We left it in the Lords hands and started getting ready for bed. There was a little frog in the bathroom on the ledge of the tub. I'm not sure how it got there, but I left it to Tony to take care of. When he turned around it disappeared. I don't know if it went down the tub drain, or if Bear ate it. Either way it was gone. I hopped in the shower hoping to wash away all the problems and stress, but just as I was wetting my head I hear Tony mumbling worriedly from the other side of the shower curtain. "What?" I said. Very directly I hear from Tony, "Move to the back of the shower quickly." I did so, just to hear him say, "Move to the front, hurry." I then heard a slapping of the curtain and Tony stomping on the floor. I didn't want to ask and Tony didn't want to tell me what it was, but he did anyways... a cockroach. This was the last straw and I broke down crying. I don't know if I can handle all of this crap. It is not supposed to be this hard to be here. Tony tried his best to console me, but I still wonder if I am too high maintenance for a country like this.
On a good note, after I was done crying I found that sitting in front of the fan in our bedroom works well to dry my hair. :) And I don't even have to waste electricity or get hot.
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