I'm at a hotel this week. I am working on the Gringo Grita, which I may do a post about a little later. For now I am going to talk about my first case of "reverse culture shock."
The hotel I am in has a washing machine. You know, one of the "real ones". One of the ones that is stacked and has a dryer on top.
I was trying to figure out how to work the machine with another PCV. "Wait, what... what are all of these settings?" It turns out that neither of us have used a regular washer in over a year.
Don't worry, I figured all of it out, and my clothes went into the washer. I am going to figure out the dryer later, but for now I'm pretty sure the clothes are washing.
It did give me a little taste of what my life is going to be like when I make my first visit to the motherland IN APRIL!
I can't wait, and if you want to visit me... my sister and I are going to be crossing the bottom part of the states, including the GRAND CONYON, and are ending with my mommy in Indiana.