I would like to note that the television we have does not work. It
only gets sound. And my brother, dad, and the man that constructed the house
tried for another hour to fix the satellite dish. And I think the dog tried to
help to by chewing the cable, which might have been part of the problem.
I would also like to note that the soup that takes six hours
to make is not worth the pain. I might have spent the night writhing in pain.
okay maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, though not much. I spent most of
the night leaning over my bed at the point of puking into the trashcan I
strategically placed there. Apparently, so I am told, the maní (peanuts) in the
soup affect some, but not others. Out of the 12 people that ate it, 2 went
down. Me and my uncle who is half Spanish, half native american. I guess the
gringo blood failed us majorly. (someone please explain to me why they have this tradition if every year someone gets sick. every year. but its still this huge deal! i really don't get it...) Anyhow, I didn’t eat today really. I mostly
just laid in my bed all day after we went to milk the cows, and drank whatever
remedy my mom gave me. It was probably better that I didn’t ask what each was.
Except the glass of straight up lemon juice. I definitely understood what that was (though
I’m pretty sure it just made it worse…) Then my family was going to my aunt’s
house for dinner at which point my mom convinced me that I would feel better if
I went, walked a little, and played some games. Okay, so she pretty much guilt tripped me
into going. And everyone ate a new batch of the soup. I didn’t even chance it.
I happen to be a math major and know that 2/12 (16.67%) is not very good odds
for a soup that I don’t like all that much. They said if I ate more I would
feel better. I didn’t believe them. Instead my aunt came up with the idea that
I should go for a run to gather energy. Which was a sight to see! First of all, there aren’t any gringas here-
yes I am the only one with blond hair blue eyes- and already I stuck out like a sore
thumb before I even started the whole "I like to run thing." In general, when I say hi to all the
neighbors, they mostly they just laugh.
But I guess I could do anything and they would just laugh and say, "Oh-
la gringita! Mira!" But on top of it all, I didn’t have my running clothes with
me and i didn't feel like crossing the bridge to get them. So I borrowed some black leggings, a v-neck shirt, my cousin’s nike high-tops from way back in the
day, and tall white socks. Yep, I looked like I came out of an 80s workout
video. Then my family decided that it would be fun to run with me. Not sure
where they got the idea but I swear I didn’t trick them into anything. They
came willingly. And I’m still not sure why because my aunt has probably never run in her life. And my two cousins, 11 and 12, like to spend the day
watching television. But we managed to go 100 yards without stopping- and
yes if you were wondering, it was uphill so they’re not that bad. Just mostly out of shape. What a spectacle we
were!
I would also like to note that learning card games in
Spanish is a lot harder than it appears. I swear they kept inventing new rules!!! And i kept losing. But only corn kernels, nothing more. :)
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