Today was a very bipolar day...
DOWN: I started crying during lunch... No real reason, just overwelmed, I guess. I had absolutely no clue what was going, even less than usual. Lunch was chicken and ham and cheese in breadcrumbs, and it was delicious, but of course, Sebastian and Domingo had to get into a fight about whether or not there was cheese in it, and proceeded to not only punch each other numerous times, but also to pick apart their food in order to prove their respective points, until it looked like a disgusting mess, and I was so confused and tired and annoyed that I actually started crying. Which you would think would've made them stop fighting, but no. Welcome to the life of an exchange student.
UP: I can now have basic conversations in Spanish (well, Spanglish, really, but more Spanish than English, which is the important point, and, still, it's something). Yesterday I had a full on Spanish conversation with Franco, and even though he had to repeat most of what he said at least three times for me, I actually comprehended it. I found out that he applied to go on exchange next year and is waiting to find out if he got excepted, and wants to go to the U.S., Germany or Italy. And I told him that he absolutely HAS to come to Arcata, because it is the best place in the entire world. (Although Talca comes in pretty close). I wonder if I have string-pulling capabilities? Hahaha.
DOWN: I can now say things in Spanish! Yay! But every time I say anything, the response is "Aww, she's so cute when she speaks Spanish!" This isn't exactly confidence boosting, but, oh well, at least it's better than everyone laughing at me, which is what I sometimes do when Franco speaks English. :)
UP: I bought a candy bar from a convience store pretty much all by myself, with very little help from Domingo, who was standing RIGHT there the whole time and could've been a real help, but whatever, the little twerp. I managed to convey to the saleswoman that I was from the U.S. And didn't speak much Spanish and had only been in Chile a month, and she understood me(!) and was really nice about it, and wow, I felt awesome! :)
DOWN: I was home alone and decided that I wanted to go off on an adventure, but when I asked Anita, she made Alvaro accompany me. I don't need a guardian! Especially because Alvaro is younger than me..
UP: My adventure was not exactly what I wanted it to be, but I had a lot of fun with Alvaro anyway.
And, the rest of my day... Well, mas o menos, fue loco. Muy, muy, loco.
Nobody was home, except Domi, Seba, Alvaro, and myself, and the three of them decided that I needed to become 'accustomed' to the country. As if I'm not already--I barely even notice the smell of horse shit anymore. Alvaro's goal for my exchange is that, by the time I leave, I will love the carucho (this is what that crazy roller coaster horse-cart is called). Which means that I was pretty much forced to do this multiple times today.
Believe me, I put up a lot of resistance: "NOO! TU LOCO! Y TU LOCO, Y TU LOCO!!!"
I was assured that this time, Alvaro would NOT drive the horse crazily, which he didn't, but, just my luck, the horse went mental and started running all over the place, and into things, etc. Domingo and I jumped off, Sebastian managed to stay on but was jostled all over the place (although extremely proud of himself) and Alvaro was thrown off and dragged behind the horse, which, of course, I found extremely funny. Karma!!
After much, much protesting, they convinced me to ride it again, because if I didn't ride it, or a bike (I can't ride the bikes here, the gears are different and it messes with me) I would be left out. So I gave in.
And Alvaro and Domingo went insane. The horse is already at a gallop and here they are, going "YAH, YAH, RAPIDO, MUY RAPIDO!""
and here I am, going
"OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA DIE!!! AHHHH!!! YOU GUYS ARE FREAKING INSANE!!! I HATE YOU ALL!!! I'M GOING TO DIE!!"
Actually. Those were my exact words. And after that, I grew some brains and refused to do it again, and screamed at them a whole bunch more, because really, they are all crazy (but all in good fun, of course) and laughed a lot when the horse went loco again and they fell off.
Oh, and also, I am sure you will be very interested to know that my neighbor's pedophile beagle tried to rape my puppy, Tonka, right in frnot of me, and it was very scary. She is really, really, scary, and she is really little and only three months old (and yes, she is mine, I stole her from Alvaro and she follows me everywhere, and I am gonna smuggle her back to Humboldt with me in my suitcase, just so you know). And here is Domingo, encouraging this vile act ("Grace, they're in love!"). No, Domingo, obviously this is dog rape, she's only a puppy and doesn't know what she wants. But, seriously (en serio) what is with all this animal sex?! I never saw this in Humboldt, and now, it's like a daily occurrence. Like, have you seen your animal sex yet today?
Anyway, I'm gonna take a shower and wash off all this horse poo and mud, so Chao! Grace
Friday, September 30, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
This is why I like physics:
Best thing ever:
Today six boys from my class came in late to physics class... The teacher made them run around the classroom on piggy back and try to knock each other over as a punishment: the classroom version of chicken. Then another boy came in late and the teacher made him sing in front of everyone. Both events were hilarious! I just about died laughing. My physics teacher may look like a goat and have completely unlegible handwriting, but I think I may come to like this man. Hahahahaha.
Then, my history teacher showed us caricutures that he drew of all the other teachers... I barely know most of the teachers, but they were extremely accurate and extremely hilarious.
It totally made up for having three classes of math yesterday (yes, three!! Can you believe it?!) Four and a half hours of trigonometry in one day is completely wretched, in any language.
Chao for now (that rhymes!!) --Grace
Today six boys from my class came in late to physics class... The teacher made them run around the classroom on piggy back and try to knock each other over as a punishment: the classroom version of chicken. Then another boy came in late and the teacher made him sing in front of everyone. Both events were hilarious! I just about died laughing. My physics teacher may look like a goat and have completely unlegible handwriting, but I think I may come to like this man. Hahahahaha.
Then, my history teacher showed us caricutures that he drew of all the other teachers... I barely know most of the teachers, but they were extremely accurate and extremely hilarious.
It totally made up for having three classes of math yesterday (yes, three!! Can you believe it?!) Four and a half hours of trigonometry in one day is completely wretched, in any language.
Chao for now (that rhymes!!) --Grace
Love Vegetables
For once, I went home during lunch (yes! Internet at lunchtime!) and food is on my mind....
Can I just start by saying how much I love carrots? I even have a list of reasons why:
Carrots are orange
Carrots are a vegetable
Carrots are not a starch
Carrots are not covered in salt
Carrots in espanol is zanahorias, and, c'mon, is that not fun to say?
Wow, I think I have some poem writing material right here.
I am beginning to grow a major sweet tooth. Not that I didn't have one before, but now it's a Chileanified sweet tooth. Which means I can now eat bananas covered in manjar or honey and actually enjoy it. It makes me wonder, when I come back home, will I be totally addicted to meat and potatoes, too, or will I never want to see another potato again? These are te questions that keep me up late at night... Not really.
I have been here three weeks already, and only this past weekend did I learn that in Chilean eating etiquette, you must keep both hands on the table. I am horrible at this. Pretty much at every meal, Claudia goes "Grace! Manos!" Thankfully, I am not the only one in the family who has trouble remembering this piece of etiquette, otherwise I would be really embarrassed.
Mmm.... That's about it for now...
Love, Grace
Can I just start by saying how much I love carrots? I even have a list of reasons why:
Carrots are orange
Carrots are a vegetable
Carrots are not a starch
Carrots are not covered in salt
Carrots in espanol is zanahorias, and, c'mon, is that not fun to say?
Wow, I think I have some poem writing material right here.
I am beginning to grow a major sweet tooth. Not that I didn't have one before, but now it's a Chileanified sweet tooth. Which means I can now eat bananas covered in manjar or honey and actually enjoy it. It makes me wonder, when I come back home, will I be totally addicted to meat and potatoes, too, or will I never want to see another potato again? These are te questions that keep me up late at night... Not really.
I have been here three weeks already, and only this past weekend did I learn that in Chilean eating etiquette, you must keep both hands on the table. I am horrible at this. Pretty much at every meal, Claudia goes "Grace! Manos!" Thankfully, I am not the only one in the family who has trouble remembering this piece of etiquette, otherwise I would be really embarrassed.
Mmm.... That's about it for now...
Love, Grace
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Chilean Education Stinks
Those are not my words, unfortunately. A classmate said that, but I have to agree with him. We go to school for such a long time, and learn absolutely nothing (I mean, not that I would learn anything anyway, but, nobody learns anything. We do no work). Today, I taught my classmates how to correctly pronounce the words to 'I'm Yours' by Jason Mraz and 'Dynamite' by Taio Cruz. I went to school for 8 hours today, and that is absolutely the only thing I accomplished. No, I didn't even really accomplish that: only one of my friends can sing either of hose songs without making me crack up from their horrible pronunciation.
Until today, the only class I was expected to actually work in was math, but, we have moved on from logarithms to sine and cosine, and now I don't even understand math (despite the fact that I took Precalculus last year; sorry, Mrs. Walsh, I remember absolutely nothing). Even my English teacher won't let me take the English tests, because she is afraid everyone will copy off of me (which they would have). Every once in awhile I take notes, but most of my teachers have a horrible habit of giving notes orally, and it's impossible to understand. I an quickly acquiring a large collection of doodles. And in most of my classes, no one does anything anyway, so I just talk to my friends.
My Spanish is slowly and painfully getting better.
Chao, Grace
P.S. I found out that that place I went to over the weekend was actually a bakery. I'm not exactly sure what made it a bakery, but the woman who owns it speaks some English, and was telling me something about baking and selling cakes (?). I guess there were some cakes there, among everything else. I'm still a bit confused, but, whatever.
Until today, the only class I was expected to actually work in was math, but, we have moved on from logarithms to sine and cosine, and now I don't even understand math (despite the fact that I took Precalculus last year; sorry, Mrs. Walsh, I remember absolutely nothing). Even my English teacher won't let me take the English tests, because she is afraid everyone will copy off of me (which they would have). Every once in awhile I take notes, but most of my teachers have a horrible habit of giving notes orally, and it's impossible to understand. I an quickly acquiring a large collection of doodles. And in most of my classes, no one does anything anyway, so I just talk to my friends.
My Spanish is slowly and painfully getting better.
Chao, Grace
P.S. I found out that that place I went to over the weekend was actually a bakery. I'm not exactly sure what made it a bakery, but the woman who owns it speaks some English, and was telling me something about baking and selling cakes (?). I guess there were some cakes there, among everything else. I'm still a bit confused, but, whatever.
Monday, September 26, 2011
[Creative title goes here]
Okay... It's been a couple days since I wrote anything and soooo much has happened since I last updated you all. It's been a crazy weekend!! So, I will now try really hard to remember everything that happened, and summarize it. Because I don't feel like writing a book today.
Friday night I went to a sleepover at a friends house with about six other girls from my class. And some of the guys from my class came over for a couple hours too. It was really really fun and it was super nice to get to know everybody more outside of school. And even though I still can't understand/talk much, I had a really good time. It was also really strange, because it was the first time I saw everybody in street clothes and not in school uniforms.
Claudia picked me up in the morning and the two of us went shopping together. It was really fun, and I got a pair of jeans (which I was in desperate need of), a shirt, and a couple pairs of tights for school. Afterwards we picked up Franco from his friend's house and then did some errands... And let me just say, I do not understand Chilean shops. The clothing store was weird enough, but I could figure it out because it was just clothes. But one of the places we went on Saturday... We were there for about an hour, and I spent the whole time trying to figure out what kin of place it was. It seemed to be a mix of a high-end boutique, a cafe, a coffee shop, somebody's house, an office, and a kinko's. And yet, not really any of those things. I don't know. It was confusing. That was the worst, but noneof the shops we went to that day really made complete sense to me. I suppose eventually I will figure it out.
After running errands, we came home and ate lunch, and then I slept for five hours, and probably would have slept until Sunday, had Claudia not waken me up around 7. After waking, I was immediately herded to a friends house for a BBQ, and as usual, I was not properly dressed because I had no clue where we were actually going.
The BBQ was pretty fun. Our friend, Diego, cooked a whole bunch of chorizo and beef and flatbread on the grill, and whenever a piece was done cooking he would cut it in to bite-sized pieces and we would all eat a few. We snacked like that pretty much all night, and it was delicious. Around 8 o'clock, the power went out through out all of Chile for about two hours. It was really scary, and I had no idea what was going on the whole time, although I don't think anyone really knew much anyway. So.. That was an adventure, to say the least.
Then the next morning I woke up incredibly early to get on the bus with the five other exchangers from Talca, to go to Santiago for our district orientation. I was not looking forward to it, because I was running on three hours of sleep, but it was sooo much fun. There are 69 other exchangers in my district, so it was kinda crazy. Unfortunately, instead of getting a whole weekend to get to know eachother, we had about 7 hours, and most of it was just going over the rules and stuff. But still, it was good. And it was really nice to be wih other kids who speak the same language as me, for once, but, also, it was really nice because when they (the kids who ctually were semi-fluent in spanish) were speaking in spanish, i could understand them way better than when Chileans speak spanish. And I discovered that I could actually understand a lot more than I thought I could! And, on the three hour by ride back to Talca, I had a lot of fun with the other kids from my club, and we are planning to meet up again soon, maybe this weekend.
So, yeah. That was my weekend. :)
Chao, Grace
Friday night I went to a sleepover at a friends house with about six other girls from my class. And some of the guys from my class came over for a couple hours too. It was really really fun and it was super nice to get to know everybody more outside of school. And even though I still can't understand/talk much, I had a really good time. It was also really strange, because it was the first time I saw everybody in street clothes and not in school uniforms.
Claudia picked me up in the morning and the two of us went shopping together. It was really fun, and I got a pair of jeans (which I was in desperate need of), a shirt, and a couple pairs of tights for school. Afterwards we picked up Franco from his friend's house and then did some errands... And let me just say, I do not understand Chilean shops. The clothing store was weird enough, but I could figure it out because it was just clothes. But one of the places we went on Saturday... We were there for about an hour, and I spent the whole time trying to figure out what kin of place it was. It seemed to be a mix of a high-end boutique, a cafe, a coffee shop, somebody's house, an office, and a kinko's. And yet, not really any of those things. I don't know. It was confusing. That was the worst, but noneof the shops we went to that day really made complete sense to me. I suppose eventually I will figure it out.
After running errands, we came home and ate lunch, and then I slept for five hours, and probably would have slept until Sunday, had Claudia not waken me up around 7. After waking, I was immediately herded to a friends house for a BBQ, and as usual, I was not properly dressed because I had no clue where we were actually going.
The BBQ was pretty fun. Our friend, Diego, cooked a whole bunch of chorizo and beef and flatbread on the grill, and whenever a piece was done cooking he would cut it in to bite-sized pieces and we would all eat a few. We snacked like that pretty much all night, and it was delicious. Around 8 o'clock, the power went out through out all of Chile for about two hours. It was really scary, and I had no idea what was going on the whole time, although I don't think anyone really knew much anyway. So.. That was an adventure, to say the least.
Then the next morning I woke up incredibly early to get on the bus with the five other exchangers from Talca, to go to Santiago for our district orientation. I was not looking forward to it, because I was running on three hours of sleep, but it was sooo much fun. There are 69 other exchangers in my district, so it was kinda crazy. Unfortunately, instead of getting a whole weekend to get to know eachother, we had about 7 hours, and most of it was just going over the rules and stuff. But still, it was good. And it was really nice to be wih other kids who speak the same language as me, for once, but, also, it was really nice because when they (the kids who ctually were semi-fluent in spanish) were speaking in spanish, i could understand them way better than when Chileans speak spanish. And I discovered that I could actually understand a lot more than I thought I could! And, on the three hour by ride back to Talca, I had a lot of fun with the other kids from my club, and we are planning to meet up again soon, maybe this weekend.
So, yeah. That was my weekend. :)
Chao, Grace
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Strikes and slumber parties
Today I actually saw evidence of the education strike... So far it hasn't really affected me, because only the public schools are closed, which I am thankful for, because as boring as school sometimes is, without it my Spanish would suffer. And I would not have any friends.
Anyway, today, as I was walking to lunch with my friends, the college students were marching around the plaza. And there were soldiers everywhere watching everything, it was a little intense. Vincente asked me if I was scared, and I was like "No, should I be?" and he gave me a really non-committal answer that freaked me out a little bit.
Also, I saw somebody get hit by a car today (non-related to the education stike, though) which was actually really scary. I think he was alive, because an ambulance came and took him away, but he was definitely unconscious. I witnessed the entire thing from the apartment window, and it was pretty intense.
On a happier note, tomorrow night I am attending a slumber party at a friends house and am really excited. And on Sunday I am going to Santiago for inbound orientation. And, at some point, I am going shopping with Claudia. So it should be a pretty good weekend.
Chao! Grace
Anyway, today, as I was walking to lunch with my friends, the college students were marching around the plaza. And there were soldiers everywhere watching everything, it was a little intense. Vincente asked me if I was scared, and I was like "No, should I be?" and he gave me a really non-committal answer that freaked me out a little bit.
Also, I saw somebody get hit by a car today (non-related to the education stike, though) which was actually really scary. I think he was alive, because an ambulance came and took him away, but he was definitely unconscious. I witnessed the entire thing from the apartment window, and it was pretty intense.
On a happier note, tomorrow night I am attending a slumber party at a friends house and am really excited. And on Sunday I am going to Santiago for inbound orientation. And, at some point, I am going shopping with Claudia. So it should be a pretty good weekend.
Chao! Grace
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
3 Things That Made Me Say ´OH MY GOD´
1. I FOUND BROCCOLI!!! Yessssss!!!!!! I didn´t get to eat any... but now I have hope that broccoli does exist in Chile. There is an unspoken rule here in Chile, that if you don´t eat everything on your plate (or at least make it look like you ate everything on your plate), the host will be incredibly offended and think that you don´t like the food. At home, my family has learned by now that Grace has a small U.S.A. stomach, and I do not have to eat everything, thankfully. But, when I´m not with mi familia, I must eat everything on my plate before I can help myself to the not as important other foods, aka, broccoli. But I tend to get full before then! Hahaha. Oh well.
2. MY GRANDPA OWNS A SHOE STORE!!!!!!!!!! And he lives right above it!!! And I go to his house at least once every week for lunch! Ahhhh, this could get bad. But, mostly, this is freaking amazing. It's shoe heaven. Hahahaha.
3. This one is so confusing, even to me, that I cannot even capitalize it. There´s this English film festival thing for school, I really don´t know how to explain it... long story short: I get to be Sandy from Grease and dance "You´re the one that I want" during the halftime show. Please, please tell me that you are imagining me dancing this in leather and stilettos and rolling on the floor laughing. Because then somebody will be happy. Hahaha.
The funny thing is, Javier, who is going to be Danny, was picked because he has hair that looks sort of like John Travolta´s. I was picked because I have hair that looks abosolutely nothing like Olivia Newton-John´s, but is blonde. Being Sandy is one of the many, ummm, perks, that have come from being blonde in Latin America. I don´t even want to go into the others....
...I still have two days to say no to being Sandy...but I think I should say yes, because I´m a rotary exchanger, and we say yes to everything. Hahaha. This should be an adventure. Hopefullly someone films it!
I said 'hahaha' way too many times in this post... I must be really tired...
Time for dormir,
Chao, Gracie
2. MY GRANDPA OWNS A SHOE STORE!!!!!!!!!! And he lives right above it!!! And I go to his house at least once every week for lunch! Ahhhh, this could get bad. But, mostly, this is freaking amazing. It's shoe heaven. Hahahaha.
3. This one is so confusing, even to me, that I cannot even capitalize it. There´s this English film festival thing for school, I really don´t know how to explain it... long story short: I get to be Sandy from Grease and dance "You´re the one that I want" during the halftime show. Please, please tell me that you are imagining me dancing this in leather and stilettos and rolling on the floor laughing. Because then somebody will be happy. Hahaha.
The funny thing is, Javier, who is going to be Danny, was picked because he has hair that looks sort of like John Travolta´s. I was picked because I have hair that looks abosolutely nothing like Olivia Newton-John´s, but is blonde. Being Sandy is one of the many, ummm, perks, that have come from being blonde in Latin America. I don´t even want to go into the others....
...I still have two days to say no to being Sandy...but I think I should say yes, because I´m a rotary exchanger, and we say yes to everything. Hahaha. This should be an adventure. Hopefullly someone films it!
I said 'hahaha' way too many times in this post... I must be really tired...
Time for dormir,
Chao, Gracie
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Thoughts...
--Rice is the best thing in the whole entire world. Rice, thank you for being so bland and unsalty. I really appreciate it.
--"Hombres Trabajando" sounds so much better than "Men Working"
--I'm afraid that my math teacher might disappear in the middle of a math lesson... I think he is slowly fading away, and that might be a good thing.. For some reason he hates me because I finished my math homework even though I can't speak Spanish...
--Precalculus is just as terrible and boring in Chile, and I'm so thankful that we are studying logarithms right now, because that is the only thing I remember from last year.
--Does anyone else find the fact that I had tuna noodle casserole for lunch hilarious?! Because I do. Tuna noodle casserole, in Chile! Yeah, that's weird.
--The Simpsons is not at all funny when you can't understand what is being said. However, the Chilean version of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire is hilarious.
--The Chilean version of meatloaf is something that I like to call 'fishloaf'. It's just as strange.
--I can tell that my brothers think that I am part of the family now, because they progressively getting more obnoxious. On the other hand though, today Seba picked a bunch of flowers for me, and it was the cutest thing. By the way, the twins are 9, Max is 13, Franco is 15, and Alvaro (an honorary brother) is also 15.
--I could definitely get used to having desert twice a day... Haha.
--Inside jokes are bad enough when you understand what's being said but not why it's funny. They are worse when you don't even understand what is being said... They could be talking about you, and you wouldn't even know...
--Franco and Max both have girlfriends which they didn't tell me about (Max even went so far as to deny the existence of his girlfriend). It seems like everyone is dating somebody here or looking to date somebody, a fact which I cannot get used to. And I'm a little worried that Seba and Domi have girlfriends that they are not telling me about... I mean, where does it stop?!!
--I need some more chocolate, pronto!!
--- Chao! --Grace
--"Hombres Trabajando" sounds so much better than "Men Working"
--I'm afraid that my math teacher might disappear in the middle of a math lesson... I think he is slowly fading away, and that might be a good thing.. For some reason he hates me because I finished my math homework even though I can't speak Spanish...
--Precalculus is just as terrible and boring in Chile, and I'm so thankful that we are studying logarithms right now, because that is the only thing I remember from last year.
--Does anyone else find the fact that I had tuna noodle casserole for lunch hilarious?! Because I do. Tuna noodle casserole, in Chile! Yeah, that's weird.
--The Simpsons is not at all funny when you can't understand what is being said. However, the Chilean version of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire is hilarious.
--The Chilean version of meatloaf is something that I like to call 'fishloaf'. It's just as strange.
--I can tell that my brothers think that I am part of the family now, because they progressively getting more obnoxious. On the other hand though, today Seba picked a bunch of flowers for me, and it was the cutest thing. By the way, the twins are 9, Max is 13, Franco is 15, and Alvaro (an honorary brother) is also 15.
--I could definitely get used to having desert twice a day... Haha.
--Inside jokes are bad enough when you understand what's being said but not why it's funny. They are worse when you don't even understand what is being said... They could be talking about you, and you wouldn't even know...
--Franco and Max both have girlfriends which they didn't tell me about (Max even went so far as to deny the existence of his girlfriend). It seems like everyone is dating somebody here or looking to date somebody, a fact which I cannot get used to. And I'm a little worried that Seba and Domi have girlfriends that they are not telling me about... I mean, where does it stop?!!
--I need some more chocolate, pronto!!
--- Chao! --Grace
Monday, September 19, 2011
Brothers, the bane of my existence (not really, though, most of the time they're adorable)
Wow. Living with boys is exhausting. Today we played hide and go seek in the yard. Then I got really fed up with boys cheating and being mean to each other and just being boys in general, so I spent an hour throwing dirt clods at Franco and Alvaro, and, wow. It was extremely satifying.
As I write this, I'm playing go fish in the grass with Alvaro and Franco and the twins, it's really sunny and the birds are singing, and except for the fact that I'm playing go fish with Alvaro and Franco and the twins, it's extremely relaxing.
Ahhhh, my hoard of chocolate is quickly disappearing.
As I write this, I'm playing go fish in the grass with Alvaro and Franco and the twins, it's really sunny and the birds are singing, and except for the fact that I'm playing go fish with Alvaro and Franco and the twins, it's extremely relaxing.
Ahhhh, my hoard of chocolate is quickly disappearing.
Yep, I'm an exchange student
"You know you're an exchange student when you have a supply of some food that you are hoarding because you can't get it wherever you are"
In an ideal world, I would be hoarding broccoli and carrots... I miss vegetables so much! Because I stopped considering potatoes a vegetable long ago, the only veggies we eat here are tomatoes and salad. And both are covered in salt. Mealtimes, on the rare days when Anita isn't here to cook for us, go something like this:
--Are you hungry, Grace?
--Yes
--Do you want some carne y papas?
(Nooooo! I'll eat anything, but not more meat and potatoes!!!)
--Umm, sure.
So, instead, I have a hoard of chocolate in my room, as an incentive to finish all of my meat and potatoes, and I'll just have to hope that some broccoli and carrots find their way to me soon.
"You know you are an exchange student when... you begin to think like you're 4 again, because you have no language...You begin to feel like you're 4 again, because everyone just leads you from place to place and you never know what's going on."
So true.
Chao for now, Gracie
Oh! Oh!
P.S. I saw some horses having sex again today! And I would really like to say that I was totally unfazed by it, like, 'yeah, I see horse sex all the time, whatever' but I found it totally hilarious and started laughing so hard I almost fell off the horse that I was riding at the time, which would have been terrible, because Alvaro and Domi would've laughed at me and my horse probably would've trampled me to death because he was a really mean horse. But, yeah, in the country, horse sex happens.
In an ideal world, I would be hoarding broccoli and carrots... I miss vegetables so much! Because I stopped considering potatoes a vegetable long ago, the only veggies we eat here are tomatoes and salad. And both are covered in salt. Mealtimes, on the rare days when Anita isn't here to cook for us, go something like this:
--Are you hungry, Grace?
--Yes
--Do you want some carne y papas?
(Nooooo! I'll eat anything, but not more meat and potatoes!!!)
--Umm, sure.
So, instead, I have a hoard of chocolate in my room, as an incentive to finish all of my meat and potatoes, and I'll just have to hope that some broccoli and carrots find their way to me soon.
"You know you are an exchange student when... you begin to think like you're 4 again, because you have no language...You begin to feel like you're 4 again, because everyone just leads you from place to place and you never know what's going on."
So true.
Chao for now, Gracie
Oh! Oh!
P.S. I saw some horses having sex again today! And I would really like to say that I was totally unfazed by it, like, 'yeah, I see horse sex all the time, whatever' but I found it totally hilarious and started laughing so hard I almost fell off the horse that I was riding at the time, which would have been terrible, because Alvaro and Domi would've laughed at me and my horse probably would've trampled me to death because he was a really mean horse. But, yeah, in the country, horse sex happens.
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