Pictures...and Stories.

Here is the picture of my finger. And here is the story. We went to the mountain, to chop things down. Like firewood. And sugar cane. I carried a huge load of firewood back home, for one and a half hours. It was the hardest thing I´ve ever done, and the woman that we went with does this EVERY SINGLE MORNING!! It gave a whole new meaning to the idea of physical labour. I wish I could post a photo of what I looked like, but I don´t have one on my camera. Then, in the afternoon, I really wanted to cut the sugar cane that she gave us that morning, you have to cut the skin off so that you can eat it. And I was sitting there, trying to peel it, and thinking to myself, ¨I´m going to cut myself, I know it¨...and then, wouldn´t you know it, about 10 seconds later, I cut myself! I wanted to take a picture of it, but my camera was out of batteries. So this is a picture of my cut, 6 DAYS after I cut myself. I don´t know, but I think I should have gotten stitches!! What do you think? The good news is that now, it is completely healed, I just have a scar.