Pajamas in public.
The result of speaking no Spanish. I was in bed, attempting to lesson plan and figuring out how to email my teacher the lesson plans I was probably supposed to send her earlier this weekend, when my host mama walked in. As usual, I only got about 25% of what she was saying. Thinking I was supposed to go outside and say bye to her son, I started walking out of the room (without shoes, which is a huge problem because everyone wears shoes inside and my refusal/forgetting to wear shoes indoors has been a topic in the teachers’ lounge) but she grabbed shoes and a fleece and put them on me. I was wearing pajama pants. I went out side and Daniel was sitting in the car waiting for me, which is when I realized how little of what she was saying I understood. I got into the car wearing a fleece, pajama pants, and my rainboots. It is not raining. In fact, it was warmer than usual. Daniel, like most people, over estimates my Spanish capabilities. Still extremely confused about what I am doing, I attempt to make conversation in Spanish. Evenutally I figured out we were supposed to run errands as he was giving me a tour of Angol, which is fantastic, except that it meant I had to go into the equivalent of Home Depot and also the grocery in pajamas. Embarrassing, to say the least.
This tour also informed me that the area I had planned to run in tomorrow is the worst part of Angol and is “muy peligrosa.” Our street, however, is “muy tranquilo.”
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