I got back to San Juan Sunday evening. Sailing went well. We were essentially running away from some really heavy rainfall that was following us westwards. So other than my boring zillion-get-them-out-of-the-way doctor's appointments, I've also been to Costco a billion and two times.
We've had a house guest, Canche (which apparently is a slangy way of saying Blondie. That's obvs not her real name) from Guatemala. On Monday, the Brazilian coach flew in (his wife flew in today, but I haven't seen her. They're both moving in to my grandmother's apartment). I think on Tuesday the other Guatemalan kid flew in. I say kids but both the guy and Canche are 22 (we're all old, aren't we). I tried being nice and friendly. I don't think I necessarily failed (I wasn't mean) but it's tough being quiet and only being able to talk about school and things olympic sailors don't care about. I'm listening to them yell while playing XBox (we've got a ton more people here today, more stinky salty sailors). It's funny but it's the kind of thing where I would like to join both for fun and to make friends. Right? Wrong. I'm too awkward for this, apparently. The result is that I feel like a stranger in my own home.
Earlier today, apart from starving, I was learning how to play Beethoven's Sonatina in F minor. I felt like everything I was playing was too happy so I looked for something in a minor key. This was the only one and it's pretty epic, honestly. And not beyond my grasp! Here's a video:
In other news, my mother hates me. I am the only one of her children that has taken any sense of responsibility and direction in life. Yet I am the inconsiderate one because I help her do all her shopping, cleaning, dealing with her manias, taking care of my sister, etc. Meanwhile, my brothers are playing XBox. Well, they have company. But some of you know what happens when I have company.
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