Crimson tide

Tomorrow, March 2nd, will officially mark my 5 months left in Peace Corps. I have been a terrible blogger up to this point but I'm determined to pick up the pace for these last few months. My goal is to write something, however short it may be, at least twice a month, so here I go...

Last Saturday I went to the Cultural Center's rehearsal for the youth theater group. I watched four teenagers practice Marea roja by Sacha Barrera Oro. The play is...interesting. The drama is a series of non-linear monologues from a dysfunctional family; brother and sis are lovers, dad is abusive, and mom is distant. The monologues are filled with contrived, overly figurative language, such as this gem spoken by the Dad:

"It's true my dear...Of course birds don't fly just to migrate from one season to the next. They do it to change their skin in the air and of course...to lose weight at the same time. I already told you once how vipers do the same in the water."

It's not what I would have chosen to perform, but the youth were dedicated to it and I loved every minute of the rehearsal. Watching the kids give themselves to their characters and become someone new reaffirmed my love for theater. I'm excited to go again next week.