Why do I like Hooters? Two reasons, the boobs and the hot wings.

So I woke up this morning covered in a rash. Literally covered. I was not amused. I am pretty sure that it is heat rash, and one of the volunteers said that her friend had it all two years he served. If this is the case, ya'll will be seeing my spotted white hide very soon. I do not want to be the weird speckled white girl. Today we were allowed off the campus where we are training for the first time. Right into downtown Kingston. We were the only white people there. Let me say that again, the ONLY. Small children were pointing at us because they had never seen a white person before. The lottery here uses symbols instead of numbers and one of the symbols is a white person. Apparently the random appearance of 60 "whiteys" in the middle of the market was seen as an omen, and everyone rushed to include the white guy on their lottery ticket. Awesome. A helpful gentleman we encountered upon disembarking from the bus warned me that the "sun'll burn ya, baby." It was thoughtful of him to share his concerns for my welfare. So it's hot here. Not really any hotter or more humid than Missouri in August, but more unrelenting. There is no air conditioning in which to duck. I actually gathered the energy to run today. I ran circles on the grass track at the university while Patrick played football (the real kind) at a nearby pitch. Mostly I got embarrassed by this wee Jamaican girl of about 6, who raced me for a lap. She was wearing a jean skirt and she had no shoes on and she was maybe waist high, and she definitely kept up with me. And Patrick was kicked in the thumb. We're almost totally surrounded by mountains where we are now. It is gorgeous. Last night we climbed a palm tree (almost definitely against some rule or another) and grabbed some coconuts to pass around. Our rooms are kind of cool, the windows are open and have shutters to let the air in. There are four bedrooms and one shower and kitchen per little "cluster" and the clusters are arranged by fours around a courtyard. Our courtyard has been the scene of most of the action the last few nights. I really can't say any more. Euchre can get pretty crazy.