Friday, July 13, 2007
11:30 pm
So much to write, so little time. This morning began as usual, with my American roommates, speaking English, followed by trying to understand some basic instructions in Spanish regarding our new cellular phones. Most students bought a prepago phone which we can use to keep in touch with our Chilean friends. It costs 1 peso per second, or about $1 US dollar every minute. Its pretty ridiculous. I can send texts for 50 pesos, so about 10 texts for a dollar. Any phone calls or texts I receive are free (that’s the only plus side). We then had lunch followed by our first session with our Chilean tutors for our class Chile Contemporeano. Its going to be a lot more intense than anyone expected. We are in groups of about 8 students per tutor and we have tons to read (articles, letters, etc.) and we have to write a vitícula everyday. Its basically a dairy/journal/yes I’m paying attention paper about what we talk about in class, our perspectives of Chile/Santiago and its culture, politics, economics, etc., events in the news, our host families, basically anything. Our teacher is named Gabriel and he seems pretty cool. He’s an older gentleman but he speaks clearly and definitely knows his stuff.
After our class, I had the wonderful, anxious, exciting, most terrifying moment of the trip so far: I met my host mom and brother. They picked me up in their cute old car and we drove to their apartment in downtown
Olga is probably about 60 and incredibly sweet. I could tell she was about as nervous as I was when we first met. On the car ride to the apartment, conversation was a little slow and I think we were all trying to take in the situation. I managed to ask if she had had other students from CIEE and she told me I am here first one. She has a friend that has hosted students for a long time and recommended that she try it. Her friend lives quite close and is the host mom of my friend Natalie, so it works out perfectly!
Her apartment is really nice. It is on the third floor in the middle of a neighborhood surrounded by universities. Across the street (more of an alley turned into a makeshift parking lot) is a computer programming business. (I can pick up their wireless, but I don’t have the code. I’m going to see if I can figure out a way to get it!) The apartment has 2 bedrooms, a tiny kitchen, a living room/dining room and a back room for laundry. Its relatively roomy for the two of us. It has beautiful hardwood floors and great windows. Olga has flowers and plants everywhere and its very homey. Of course there is no central heating, but she gave me an electric blanket for my bed which seems to do the trick.
After we got the apartment and unloaded all my stuff, we walked to the supermercado and bought groceries. We all chatted along the way and I was beginning to feel more confident in my Spanish skills. Olga told me to pick out everything I like this time and next time she will know what I like. I told her I like Leche sin grasa (skim milk) and pan integral (whole wheat bread), to which
After the grocery store
Back at the apartment, I played Disney Memory with Miguel and his mom. We ate “once” or the small evening meal around 8:30 which consisted of sopapias, or fried bread (not sweet like a dessert, more like fried dinner rolls), coffee or tea, and cookies. She put turkey and cheese and wheat bread out because I think she was worried that I hadn’t eaten. Olga told everyone that I am used to having a large breakfast and dinner and that lunch is very small in the states. That sparked some interesting conversation about what we eat and when. The everyone starting talking, telling stories, and laughing when I started to look completely lost. I did my best to keep up, but it was difficult. I was exhausted and had a hard time paying attention. Olga told me she was worried that I hadn’t eaten enough and
After dinner I gave them the gifts I brought. The didn’t know what to do with the BBQ sauce or the ball caps from KC, but they all seemed to like the pralines and quickly glanced at the photo book of New Orleans.
Overally, I can understand almost everything when they speak slowly. And when I get confused, Olga is great at breaking it down for me. I know a lot of it goes over my head, but its only been seven hours of immersion!
I can’t believe I’ve only been here 3 days. My Spanish has already improved immensely. So first night (or 8 hours of immersion) have been joyfully painful and incredibly wonderful. I know this weekend is going to be a blast hanging out with Olga and her sister while we get to know the city and I practice my Spanish.
Wow, I think that’s enough for now. A few quick other notes:
· Two times today Chilean women told me to “tranquila” (Brigeta y Olga)
· I learned the difference between picó (a bug bite) y pico (a penis)
· Veamos que pasa (We’ll see what happens) when things don’t go as planned
· I’ve learned (more like heard) more new words and phrases in the past 8 hours than in the past 4 years of my spanish education.
3 comments:
Wow, how awesome! Sounds like you are having a great time and that your host family is really great. I bet that is a relief.
You are going to be such a Spanish expert soon. Is the Chilean accent different than the Mexican one?
Does your brain hurt from trying to think so hard and listen to all the words? That is why I gave up on French. My brain hurt.
I knew you would do great. I remember being with a family and not having a clue what they were talking about. Oh that was with you girls and your mom. thats exactly how think sometimes now you know. Dad
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