Tuesday, 12 April 2016

High school dance

The most stressful thing I do here is talk to people. Well talking isn't the problem, it's understanding what they are saying.  I can speak well enough to make my point, but then the person I'm talking to thinks I'm legit and starts talking away at a normal pace and they immediately lose me.  Grocery stores are perfect for that. I walk around the store mustering up enough courage to walk up to pay and endure the pain of the broken conversation about to happen. I feel like I'm at a high school dance. Typically, it'll be a pleasant girl, all smiles asking me how I'm doing and that sort of thing. Naturally, I'll reply "good thanks, yourself?" and she will chatter away happily about something. Then I reply with "sorry, I don't understand Spanish well" at which point she will give me a look as if to say "you're kidding, right?" It immediately kills the conversation and I want to walk back across the dance floor, tail between my legs.  Thankfully, this is only a brief moment in my day.

Or is it? I head back to my hotel to cook some dinner and my doorbell rings. Instant stress again! A guy from the hotel is going door to door, handing out some light refreshments. After we get past the awkwardness, I find out that he is offering me a little ham and cheese snack, some fruit cup in yogurt or something like that and a drink from the Lulo fruit (the green juice below). I asked him what it is and he described like a work of art. "Es muy pequeña pero es muy, muy rica!" I was instantly sold on it and it was quite good. Finally, I can go back to cooking my dinner and possibly try working on Spanish comprehension.

Nope! Another doorbell ring and this time, they are two ladies from the hotel. So polite and courteous, but I have no idea what they are asking/telling me. Something about "las cortinas?" Then they mention the windows but I'm still unsure what they want, so I let them in and they went and closed my curtains. It's likely that I missed something, but given the hospitality of the people here, it also wouldn't surprise me that this was a service they provide daily.  They complimented my dinner, I offered them some and we all smiled as they were on their way.
 


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