Is it normal to fear the next meal?
I've survived the second day of school, and I have to say that I think I did better than yesterday, and that's all that I can hope for.
Before I start taking about school, I would like to introduce you to my "Chilean Mother." She is one of the sweetest people that I have met, this is a picture of her that I took with my computer.
I think she is trying to kill me.
Jake and I arrived at home after school. We were both tired and ready to relax. She had prepared a simple meal for us of bread and luncheon meat. This was not the normal size of meal that we were use to it, but Jake and I were more than happy to have a light meal and just relax for the evening. I felt so good afterwards that I went out for a 20 minute run, one of the first that I had had in months. After taking a shower and relaxing upstairs watching "FAME", (think of a three way love child between American Idol, Big Brother and Bay Watch), it was 10:30 and Jake and I were about ready to go to sleep. We heard a light tapping on the door. When we opened it, it was Rosalinda, telling us to come down and eat dinner. We came down stairs at 10:30 and found an entire meal spread out for us. Being the good "ninos" we were, we ate everything that was put in front of us, very taste, but not the thing you would expect to get so late.
I have started to find myself worrying that at some night at about 3am I will get a knock on my door and be told that it was time to come down to dinner.....it's only a matter of time.
Before I start taking about school, I would like to introduce you to my "Chilean Mother." She is one of the sweetest people that I have met, this is a picture of her that I took with my computer.
I think she is trying to kill me.
Jake and I arrived at home after school. We were both tired and ready to relax. She had prepared a simple meal for us of bread and luncheon meat. This was not the normal size of meal that we were use to it, but Jake and I were more than happy to have a light meal and just relax for the evening. I felt so good afterwards that I went out for a 20 minute run, one of the first that I had had in months. After taking a shower and relaxing upstairs watching "FAME", (think of a three way love child between American Idol, Big Brother and Bay Watch), it was 10:30 and Jake and I were about ready to go to sleep. We heard a light tapping on the door. When we opened it, it was Rosalinda, telling us to come down and eat dinner. We came down stairs at 10:30 and found an entire meal spread out for us. Being the good "ninos" we were, we ate everything that was put in front of us, very taste, but not the thing you would expect to get so late.
I have started to find myself worrying that at some night at about 3am I will get a knock on my door and be told that it was time to come down to dinner.....it's only a matter of time.
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Have enjoyed your comments so much. They remind me of the year I spent in Spain in that so many of the experiences are the same. In Spain, they also do the very late dinner and have a light snack or tapas at 11 am and 6 or 7 pm. Don't worry about your Spanish. I studied intensive Spanish with weekly lab to practice for two years in college before going to Spain. But I couldn't understand a word they said and they couldn't understand me for a month. So you are doing just fine with your language skills. They are also right about the Chilean accent. Even after so many years of using Spanish in my work, there are still some accents that I have a terrible time understanding. After all, English does the same thing. Sometimes I'll listen to a British comedy and can hardly understand what they are saying. Tell your Chile family that "Mi tia se habla Espanol bastante bien." which means "my aunt speaks Spanish well enough". I am not surprised that you are exhausted. The changes in altitude and the many situations that you have to deal with are going to be tiring. Take it from one intervert to another, you will need lots of quiet time to process all the experiences and to recharge your energy battery. Anyway, keep blogging. I'll check regularly.
Con todo mi carino(with all my love)
Tu tia, Jan