I don't know why, but this week I have dropped four things down the toilet, one thing in the disgusting gutter that is always flowing (from what... we don't want to know since it is not raining and hasn't in over a month), and one thing in the garbage on the street. That is weird. I think in my entire life up to this point I had maybe dropped four things in the toilet. Is this a sign from the universe? Or maybe just a sign that I'm exhausted....
Four visits to the super in one day... otherwise known as how CR supports my lack of foresight in food preparation.
The fourth time I walked into the pulperia (mini super at the end of my sidewalk), I made a joke and said that I was back again. The old man at the counter smiled and said I could come back as many times as I wanted in a day. He didn't think it was weird at all that I would come to buy one banana on my way to school and then one packet of spaghetti sauce on my way home for lunch. Later, one onion and finally, at night...one box of milk for next morning's coffee.
More about super markets:
I walked into one and didn't see any eggs... if you remember, eggs here are kept out at room temperature. They don't have the coating washed off that lets bacteria enter like we do in the US. Anyways, I asked the muchacho (guy) and he walked into the bathroom and brought out a six pack of eggs. Yep, the bathroom. My eggs came out of the bathroom. Hahahahahah!
Then, I walked over to check out with my only purchase - the eggs from the bathroom - and I walked to the wrong side of the counter. It was so unclear which side was for the worker, that I ended up standing next to him... awkwardly laughing when I realized. Oh, always an adventure at the super.
This is the pulperia behind me |
An old woman recently walked down my street and told me that I looked just like her granddaughter.
She insisted that I must be related to her. :] Aw.... I'm finally being viewed as Tica.
Along those lines.... when I came back from my grad school interview in the US, I had to get stamped back into the country. The man stamping my passport heard my Spanish and asked if I had family in the country. I told him I did... in Guacimo (my adopted family :)) and he welcomed me with open arms. That was also a first.
Finally, on the topic of funny things students say and also a new favorite word of mine:
Relationshit. Yes, you read correctly. Relationshit.
A student was contandome (telling me) about a dysfunctional relationship she had gotten out of and said, "I left my relationshit."
What?" I replied. "Relationship?"
"Yes, relationshit.... a bad relation."
She thought the word relationship was actually "relation" and that relationship was a word for a bad relation. hahahahaha. Comic GOLD! So much material from this job.
And... a bonus topic! Funny things I now say since Spanish has taken over my language brain:
The other day I sent a text to a friend in the US and said, "I right now, in this moment, am going to go to work." What?! Who says in this moment except my ELL students directly translating from Spanish?!
Another - That cute little boy is the brother of my student. What?!
One more for laughs - At my grad school interview...
Professor: What is something that is important to you in this field?
Me: I think it is important to do teacher capacitations.
Professor: Capacitations?
Me: When you train teachers?
Professor: In-services.
Me: Oh, sorry. It's capacitaciones in Spanish and it sounds like it should be an English word, too.
We laughed. At least I'm memorable....
Somehow your stories seem to get more colorful and absurd as time goes by...
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