swinger?
17 October, 2008
Spent a few minutes chatting with a five-year-old named Fernando on Wednesday. I realized that that is just about the right age group for me to hang out with. As we looked through the magazine, with him repeatedly asking “Que es esto?” and even venturing into questions about my name, country of origin, my dad´s name, my mom´s name, their ages, my age, about my children (hehe) etc. I felt just at home and completely comfortable. Too bad it would probably look weird if the next time I took my book to the park I started trying to strike up conversations with the kids on the merry-go-round and teeter-totter, but it´s an idea.
During a strange conversation in Spanish class yesterday, I was asked the funniest hypothetical question of my life, without a doubt. We were attempting to use a very odd form of an imperfect, subjunctive participle construction that expresses what you would have done in the case that something happened in the past. I don´t know, I can´t explain it in my own fluent language. Anyhow, my Spanish teacher asked me “Brittany, what would you do if you married a man and then a couple years after being married he told you he wanted to open the relationship to new things. To new people?” Yup, my Spanish teacher asked me if I would ever be a swinger. I couldn´t stop laughing for at least 2-3 minutes, every time I started to respond, the overall idea of what I was trying to answer would smack me in the face and I´d have to control myself all over again. How the heck are you supposed to answer that question? Well, I guess it depends on the relationship, and how interesting it is. I guess there would have to be rules, but I think it would be fun? No, there´s no correct way to answer it. None at all. LOL. By far the best in class conversation of all the years I have taken Spanish, I definitely would have loved to pick up on these verb tenses before if I knew the type of conversations they would generate. Wonderful.
Music class, later the same day, our teacher tried to explain to us the “dance of Reggaeton.” And I quote, (in his very thickly accented English) “The dance is very similar to the making of love with clothes on.” Again, in my immaturity, I could not stop laughing. He he. Nothing better than finding so much humor in everyday life.
Decided not to head to the coast, after buying a ticket, when even my 20 year old hostbrother said that it wasn´t safe to go and he himself would not risk the trip. This is what happens when it rains da in and day out for five days, apparently the water causes boulders to fall off of the mountains into the roads, which then are closed while crews clear them away. Lost seven WHOLE dollars.
10K on Sunday. Ran 10K on Wednesday though, so at least I know the distance is do-able.
Family thinks it is funny that I told Mamatica to tell gym-trainer man I wasn´t home whenever he may call. (“Casi, casi novio” is what my Mamatica likes to call him. I prefer casi, casi obsessive stalker.) Speaking of which, here is my favorite news story of the day. (Not trying to draw a comparison, but I guess if he does follow me as I go to cut fodder for my cattle, I may have no choice.)
