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Not a single soul has mentioned this to me since November! How could this be? I've become detached from life in Canada. Initially I thought this might be the reason for why I'm bored to tears here, in my little paradise on the Caribbean ocean. I thought: Send me some English books, send me a computer, send me my family, my friends! I've fallen into a slump and can't get up! As I started to catch up on news back home by visiting Canada.com, phone calls from pals and family in Montreal, and watching English-language television, I felt worse. I think now the remedy lies in kicking my own couch-potato ass off the bed, and going out for a jog, smiling twice as much, breathing more deeply, and sitting straight up in my chair. That's a weird visual isn't it? I may have also become too deeply involved in my own problems. Is that possible? I have made a few friends here but that number pales in comparison to the number of acquaintances I have. I'm struggling to bridge the culture gap. The life here on the Colombian coast is very different from back home in Montreal. Can I blame my lack of companionship on the cultural differences? Or am I just like this? Picky in my choice of friends? Maybe I don't like being friends with everybody, maybe I'm a loner, and prefer to be choosey with who I spend time with, and with those I share intelligent, back-and-forth rhetoric. In my travels through Latin America, I can only say that I have tasted culture in Mexico, Honduras, Costa Rica, and Colombia. How long does it take before you really begin to understand how people are? Maybe I need to step away from the Latin scene, reflect back on it in a few years as I read these journals then. So, I resolve to grab my bootstraps and haul myself out of this rut. I will take another hack at breaking down this culture barrier (if it exists). I've got two months left to experience what I may never again be able to enjoy: living the university life in a foreign country. Gotta start exercising, getting my muscles back into shape. According to more than a few people here in Cartagena, I've lost weight since I arrived. This is very, very, very bad. I figured once I stopped the backpacking thing and settled into a life here I'd get my form back. Not so. With my long hair and my gaunt frame, I'm starting to look like that scarecrow in Oz. |
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