It's been kinda wacky, today. First, let me prempt this by explaining that last night we had beans and rice for dinner. I’ve been trying to master this savory Brazilian-style dish for almost five years now. Last night however, they turned out too watery and a smidge hard. Believe-it-or-not, explaining our evening meal is vital to the story. Okay, so after dinner and putting our son down to sleep, I went out running. Ashamedly, I’ve only been out one time since our return. Part of the reason why running is so difficult for me here is the cobblestones. Do you now what the dictionary says about cobblestones? They are "a naturally rounded stone, larger than a pebble and smaller than a boulder, formerly used in paving." Unfortunately, our cobbles are NOT round and definitely not smooth. And around one minute into my run, I tripped and in trying to catch myself from splatting on the ground, I I did this ungraceful freestyle stroke mid air to keep from falling and I gasped, boy ...