Mikey's first blog!

This blog is called Mikey's First Blog. It's about the first time I made a blog, which is right now, in fact. It's called this because this is the first blog I have written. So now begins the blog part:
My name is Mike Molitch-Hou and I am in Palacios, Bolivia, the World. I am working the the Medical Clinic Humberto Parra, which is a clinic that my mom and dad and their friend Douglas invented in 2000. I got to Bolivia about two and half weeks ago or so. I was very nervous about not being able to speak Spanish. I am still nervous, but after much practice, I have gained some confidence
So far, I have tagged along with Edith who is the current coordinator. She is good at her job, I think. That is my opinion. She is very reasonable. Like a robot. Unlike our current breed of robots, she has a heart. She is able to process decisions in a very efficient manner, but also remembers people's names and birthdays and to sometimes have feelings. She never stops working, like the Energizer(TM) bunny robot, so that she is exhausted when she gets home at 9 at night. Then she writes emails to all the people in the United States letting them know how the clinic is doing.
There were two other volunteers here. They're gone now. I don't remember their names. I think one was named after a cup of coffee and the other after a Simpson's character, but I have already erased them from my memory as to not "feel" sad.
I went to Saimipata, a nice town two hours outside of Santa Cruz that has a lot of history involving Incans and a lot of conspiracy theories about aliens. It's very pretty and cold. There there is a parrot that can say "Hola" (which is some sort of Spanish I assume) and can cry like a "baby" (which is some sort of human I assume). I went with Edith, Javier, Daniel, and Nuna. They were fun. I practiced Spanish by taking the phrases I already knew and inserting new vocabulary words into them like a game of MadLibs(tm):
"Cuantos anos tienes?" was replaced with "Cuantos moleculas/muertos/miedos tienes?"
So instead of asking people how many years they had, I asked them how many molecules/dead/fears they had. I was also taught how to say, "Que te hago un hijo?" which means "So why doesn't that person make you a child?".
I tengo hambre a lot right now, so I'm going to go. This was getting long anyways.
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