Today I had a culture-shock relapse resulting in introvertedness, mild irritation at just about everything, and a longing for the mundane - but safe and comforting - routine of home. I didn't feel like talking to Guy (or anyone else) and didn't care to explain my sudden somberness.
I sat around reading "Eating Animals" by Johnathan Safran Foer and waiting to feel human again.
NOTE: So far "Eating Animals" is a great book and is deserving of the hype it has received. If I were to remain an omnivore I would want to conduct the same sort of research that Safran has. The book is set out in a rather freeform ordering of scientific data, personal reflections, and testimony's from PETA 'radicals' and factory farmers.
The afternoon brought me back to my normal optimistic state after playing a few games of table-tennis with the children back at the school. I'm a worthy opponent in the table tennis, but need practice at the volleyball.
I spent the evening reading Rousseau's "Discourse on the arts and sciences" before the power cut out and I went up to the rooftop to look at the stars.