When it rains, it rains, then pours

Today, I woke up in excitement for work at about 7. My night was filled with me going to the bathroom because I overcompensated for how dehydrated I was. I banged my head on the ceiling of the bathroom about six times. (The bathroom is made up of a stone with the center jutting up with a hole in it. Did you know you don't throw stuff down the toilet in guate?) I went with boy to the park in the morning. I met some volunteers from Texas, Canada, Denmark, a student from Germany. I found that I live the farthest from the park and am the only one walking up hills that are 45 degrees or steeper. W/e my bedroom has a view of the lake and sun rising in the morning is one of the greatest sights.
Today I got a tour of the park and we cleaned some turtle's cages in el museo. Then I helped the canadiens work on a water tank at the school.

We decided to meet at the top of the hill to go to the lake at 2pm. I decided I would meet up with the volunteers at the lake since it is literally 30ft from the house. But I couldn't find them at all. In the process of searching, it started to rain. Then it stopped. Then it rained some more, but this time the streets became rivers and the steps around the village became rapids. Then it stopped and became hot for a while. Then it rained some more...


NOTE TO ALL THAT READ: I write these in my days, and type them up when I find time.