La vie est trop courte pour mauvaises bananes: Foreign car sales, etc.

After two weeks of trying, my previous blog post finally uploaded, but much has happened since then.

Many goodbyes have been said, to students, teachers and friends. Most of them have been much harder than expected. I had no idea how sad it would be to leave the people that have become so close these past 7 months, definitely friends that will last, regardless of time and distance. And the biggest, and certainly most difficult, goodbye has yet to be said, my farewell to my fair Guadeloupe. These past few days, weeks, months have made me realize what an incredible place this is. It truly is one of the most beautiful places on earth. I've learned a lot here, I've expiriences a lot here, I've done a lot here and I will never be the same because of Guadeloupe and everything that came with it, the good, the bad and the beautiful.

However, right now, I'm in the process of selling my car, a much much different expiriences than I had imagined (or rather, hoped) after my 20 back up plans failed to produce anything, I resorted to asking my landlord for help. I really love my landlord, but I knew exactly what would happen when I asked him, and so far, I'm spot on. I knew it would immediately be taken into his hands and I would actually have to do the things that need to get done in order to sell my car, including cleaning it, checking things, etc. Anyways, he found someone to look at it, and so this afternoon was spent at the house of the potential buyer. They're an older couple, very guadeloupean, very hesitant about driving a manual car, j'suis pas habituer eh. Never did I imagine myself sitting on a porch in 35 (Celsius) degree heat, explaining to a woman in French how to drive an automatic because she only knew how to drive a manual all the while my landlord (who had to ask me how to get the car to move backwards, because he also doesn't know how to drive an automatic) is out on a test drive with the husband. Then when it switched and I was waiting on the porch with the husband, I just had to nod and take estimated guesses on what was coming out of his mouth, because I only understood about 3% of the creole/French quiet mumbles coming out of his mouth. Nonetheless they were both very sweet, hopefully sweet enough to buy my car. So, we will see, we will see. But for sure, an expirience like none other, one I will definitely remember for a long time to come.

Anyways enough words because I know the photos are much more desirable, so here are a few from the wonderful adventures of late