I HATE that people here think I don't understand them. Because I do. And it's not because I can't speak Spanish, it's because people ask me the STRANGEST questions.
For example, I taught my first English class yesterday. We went over the alphabet and basic numbers. One girl gave me attitude at the end of class because I didn't teach them how to "spell the alphabet." Like, What? When I told her it was the same alphabet as Spanish, and that you can't spell letters, she rolled her eyes and told me I just didn't understand what she was asking. But I understood her perfectly clear, because I CAN SPEAK SPANISH!
Another example, Tomas, my host dad, wrote up a proposal to send to some catholic organization in Germany to solicit for money to build a church here. And he asked me to type it up on my computer. Fine. So I'm reading through it and none of the words are spelled right, there's no punctuation and none of the sentences actually make any sense. Fine. So I ask his daughter to help me work through it so it's readable. Anyway, Tomas wrote the word "conflicto" (conflict) but on paper it looked like two different words, "con fruta" (with fruit). When I asked Martha, his daughter what the word was, she didn't know either and had to go and ask her dad. Now Tomas won't shut up about how I can't read Spanish because I didn't understand his writing. I CAN READ SPANISH. I UNDERSTAND SPANISH!
This is driving me crazy.
The kids here are driving me crazy too. Yesterday, I swear, they were devil children. They were storming through my house touching everything and trying to steal things. I can't even talk about it I'm so irritated.
Tomas is mocking me constantly to my face. He now makes fun of me because I have a college degree. And because I'm white. He's SO unpleasant and I am literally counting the days until I can move out of his place.
OH! And it FINALLY rained today!! It stared last night and didn't let up until about 9am. The electricity went out and there was no religious music or mass on tv this morning to wake me up. Even the roosters were quiet. It. Was. Amazing. Love the rain!
Anyway, I'm out. One more English class and 2 days stand between me and the capital! And then it's $1 draft beers and mexican food all weekend! THANK THE GOOD LORD!
Miss you all!
Adios!
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So, in two days you are out and at the capital, but how many days until you are out of Tomas's house and into another?
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