Remote controls and bathrooms

I'm on the way to another Peace Corps conference. I'm bringing Eduardo, a strapping 20 year-old workaholic so we can plan a composting latrine project for next year. He's so excited (and nervous) it's hilarious. In our hotel room I taught him how to use the remote control, and he asked me what the bathroom was. He said he stayed in a hotel once in Costa Rica but didn't watch tv because he didn't know how to turn it on (apparently it didn't have a bathroom?). We then went to a serve-yourself restaurant and he forgot to pay he was so nervous.

This past week I stole the mason from another volunteer's site to begin working again. I bought a dump truck load of sand straight from the river (don't ask about permits) and the whole community spent 4 straight days carrying it from the road to our site (half-way to the tank). It's about a 30min hike without 50lbs strapped to your forehead. On Tuesday I made 3 trips, broke for lunch, and made 3 more in the afternoon. Eduardo didn't eat lunch and made 12 trips in total. I had socks and boots, he didn't. He carries about twice as much as me and I weigh prolly twice as much as him. But that's his world, and now we are in mine...full of remote controls, restaurants, and conferences.