Culturally shocked

I'm enjoying some much needed vacation time in Minnesota with my family through next Tuesday, and I have to say, Minnesota in the summer is much cooler than I remember it. There was one night when I slept under a quilt and comforter with socks, sweatpants, a tank top and a sweatshirt on. Pathetic, I know.

Other than the circulation problems, Minnesota is proving to be just what I needed after a really frustrating and difficult month. This month was plagued by inefficient and non-responsive agency (as in government ministries) employees, and a series of health emergencies in my community. As a result, I ended up feeling really useless, which only fed my negative productivity. My trip home could not have come at a better time! I'd like to outline the things I love most about coming back home after 10 months in Panama.

First of all, I'd like to comment on how polite Minnesota men are. I've not once been hissed at, catcalled, touched, provoked or hit on by a single man (which could also be construed as a major failure, but coming directly from Panama, it's refreshing). I went running the other day, and instead of having every car and truck honk at me while drivers and passengers lean out the windows and yell what, because I have my headphones on, I can only imagine are sweet nothings at me, people smiled and said "good morning". And it was a good morning. It was so pleasant, in fact, that I kept walking for another 45 minutes after I finished my run.

Food is my first love. My mom's refrigerator is always stocked with delicious food, restaurants have such a decadent array of food available, it's staggering, and there's always dessert. I've already eaten spaghetti and meatballs, brownies, ice cream, pizza, cobb salad, tuna, fruit salad (most of the fruits probably originated in Central America), pulled pork, gluten-free beer (several different kinds), and more delicious things that I can't remember. Oh yeah, now I remember: lemonade, rice krispy bars, muesli, and fudge. There's probably more.

Other things I love about America: sidewalks, crosswalks (that drivers adhere to), cool breezes, dogs on leashes, dogs that don't have bones showing, English, WiFi, family dinners, porches, bars (especially with outdoor seating), customer service, driving cars, shopping (or window shopping, in my case), yoga classes, and public radio.

Okay, now I have to do a list of things that I miss about Panama to even this out. I miss pasearing, hammocks, thatched roofs, my dog, Spanish, fresh mangoes, pineapples, and guanabana, salsa music, racataca outfits (think lots of spandex, glitter, sequins, animal prints and strategically placed tears), my fellow volunteers, my neighbors and home stay families, a sense of purpose and direction. I have to say, I don't have much to do in Minnesota, so it'll be nice to return to a place where I have a purpose and goals.

Here are some photos of when I went out and fixed a leak in the line with my water committee. I added captions this time, so I hope you know what's going on.

Back to Panama on Tuesday. Happy 4th of July to all!