Saturday, April 4, 2009
I hate being the foreigner. It makes my life difficult. I can't just run my daily errands like I want to. Today I had to have a friend meet me at the post office so I could buy stamps. Really! I also had to mail a few packages (yes, the last of the created-by-me blog winner prizes are off! Don't expect them any time soon though, the cheapest way to mail it was, let's say NOT cheap. I truly hope they arrive unbroken.)
Anyway, La Poste here is quite the adventure. Did you know I can pay my tithing at the post office!? Weird. Oh, and I could buy a cell phone or a dvd there if I wanted to. All bills are paid at the post office - my hospital bill (WOWEE), the bill for having a tv or radio (YES, TRUE), and even the bill for insuring my neighbor against myself (WHAT?)
Next errand? I'm going to try and tackle the pharmacy.