Yesterday was a huge day. I met everyone from the program. What a group we have! I'm super excited.
I met my host family. It was one lady living along. She was great. We chatted for a while and I was looking forward to living with her. Everything was going great. She gets a call from one of the other mothers and she said that other members of the group are going out (Jessie). So I go to look for them. We all end up have a big night of adventure where nothing really happened but the night seemed huge. I ended up going home around 4:00AM. I thought I knew where the house was but I spent 30 minutes looking for the door. I never found the place and ended up going back to my hostel for the night.
Of course there was hell to pay the next day. The program director was not happy. I explained that I got lost, and I didn't want to wake anyone, and that I had a key to my hostel, but the damage was done. My host mother did not want me to live with her anymore! So now I live in a dorm with a bunch of kids from Argentina. I guess it doesn't matter to me one way or the other. I deserved to be kicked out - I don't blame her one bit. I just hate that I "left a bad taste in her mouth."
More posts coming.
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