Mark Pollan wrote, in his book In the Defense of Food, that hot dogs are a staple survival food if you were ever stranded on a deserted island. How ironic is it that I find myself also surviving on hotdogs as a staple form of protein and fat (and chicken lips and pig guts) on this island of Cuba
The first week of my last 16 weeks of my semester was an overwhelming week of new classes--genetics, pharmacology, pathology, microbiology, community medicine, psychology, and P.E. (to make sure that we are getting some type of exercise). Amongst hotdogs, I somehow survived on a total of 20 hours of sleep during the week with the aid of a bottom-less coffee mug and feeling soulful while getting my rhythmic booty-shake on to some Stevie Wonder. Six out of my seven classes are being taught by physicians, including my pathology teacher who is the head of her department. Their enthusiasm to teach and share their vast professional and life experience makes me realize I have still so much to learn. Really?! This week, I was once again invited by a renowned pediatric oncological surgeon to accompany him during his surgery days on any Thursday or Friday at his hospital. I get this priceless education for free?!?! Oh wait…I forgot I actually get paid by the Cuban government $4/month to study medicine. 
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