To say that Minnesota gets hot in the summer is an understatement. I remember working at the church missions yard sale and everyone was a sweaty mess, complaining, “it’s so hot!” as they wipe their brow. Well to give you an example of how humid it is here, I straightened my hair this morning, soaking it with humidity blocker and spray, by the end of the five-minute walk to school at 7:15 am my hair was curly and I felt like I had just gotten out of a pool.
I shadowed the teacher I would be replacing and met the people I would be sharing an office with. The lagoon and waterfalls are less than 20 minutes away. There are people who ride their elephant in town like it is their car, unaffected by the motorcycles whizzing past. If you want, the owner brings them to the park across the street from the school on Saturdays. Did I mention there are tigers at this “park” as well? Well, there are. And that forest where the lagoon is only 20 minutes away, a girl I met today went hiking there last weekend and heard growling in the forest late at night, and twigs breaking under the heavy weight of something large. She picked up some rocks and crashed them together over and over and sang at the top of her lungs until they couldn’t hear the “cat” anymore. This is where I’m gonna be based? What did I get myself into?
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