Sausalito

My host brothers just keep getting better and better. They are a source of constant amusement, mostly just because of the way they are. Like Cristobal's voice gets really high when he's worked up about something. I've made friends with Cristobal's friends and am beginning to be allowed in the banter. Perfecto.

It's a morning hike to my first class on Wednesdays and Thursdays. I cross through the neighborhoods before coming to a winding-hill boulevard. Along it's path is a eco-biology farm that looks to be out of use right now, but shows promise for later in the season. At the top of the hill is a stadium, and as you round a corner you come upon the Sausalito lake. Along the Western edge of the lake stands my hilltop campus, which overlooks disheartening shanty-town neighborhoods to its West. This campus is made up of tightly-packed buildings whose names are letters, but the don't seem to be placed in any particular order. As I enter the campus, I take a last look at the lake before starting my day as a scholar in my second language.