That is what one of the PKAP directors said to me today, and quite fittingly so.
I've never been one of those get-in-the-dirt-play-with-mud kinda girls. If I ever played in the mud, as far as I remember, it was in a specific set of clothes and after carefully planning how dirty I would get.
You really can't plan much in archaeology as far as dirt is concerned. All that can be guaranteed is that you will inevitably get dirty; and in my case, very dirty. In this sense, I have changed quite drastically. It feels weird to not wear sunscreen and to not be covered in a fine layer of sandy clay.
Anywho, the past week has been a whirlwind: we've been digging 7.5 hours a day and had a field trip to the other side of the island on Monday. It's crazy how time flies, and that I'll be back in the States for a very large chunk of time in only 11 days. While I'm not looking forward to a ten hour plane ride, or being in a town without an easily accessible bakery (this is the most depressing), it will be nice to be home, and to settle down for a bit. Without homework. Oh joyous anticipation!
Dinner is in a few minutes and I am going to put pictures up on Facebook (soon I'll post them here too). Blessings to all!
And sorry Mom and Dad I haven't really called.
