Taken from an email to Chloe:

The weather turned less-than-perfect, so I've spent the last couple days writing
and addressing postcards. Out of 20, I've written and mostly addressed 15. They should all arrive right around the first of July.

I think I spent most of yesterday pushing my host family's buttons. I'm really pretty sure my surrogate father a) is sick of having guests in the house or b) is sick of me, or possibly both. There's a cultural thing here where if you do something they don't want you to do, it's not a simple matter of asking 'can you not do that?' and having you stop. Of course, that's what happens, but to them the
damage has already been done. Even after I take my feet off the coffee table, or Carl spends 2 seconds vacuuming up the little pile of sand in the corner of his room in his apartment, the moment remains awkward and the family remains silent as if they're giving you the 'dissapointed in you' treatment.

Anyway, off to meet the Michigan kids to go shopping. Until next time!
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