So me and my ipod had a dance party...

 

It is so cold. Last night I broke down and busted out the ipod. I shook my tail feather until I warmed up. I read later in my book that this is what Josephine Baker did when she was a teenager living in the slums to keep warm, thou I doubt I will have a successful career as a dancer. Que frio!! is the one spanish phase I do know. I´m waiting to say que calor! But it does not seem to be happening anytime soon. I actually don´t know why I get drerssed in the morning since the only thing people see is my hoodie or jacket (buildings are not heated). Feel like my attempt to be color coordinated in the morning does not matter.

 

 

My homestay mama (Senora Leticia) is a retired teacher. She makes sure I am drinking mate de coca always and soup (no mas porque me sickness). She always waits for me to finish eating to clean up. I actually feel bad but don´t know how to say its okay if you don´t stay without being rude. I also thinks that it is one of the ways she takes pride in her home. Though our conversations are helping practice my spanish so thats good.  I was scared that she was gonna walk in my room during my personal dance hall party (at this point I was in my underwear) and see this crazy American in her undies dubbing it out (well not really dubbing but you get the point). But then I came out and she wasn´t even there. Went to the store by myself to purchase water and had a little language problem with how much things cost but it was ok. I was also just looking for a good chocolate bar -Dove maybe? (listen don´t judge cravings don´t go away just becuase you in a different country). But that didn´t work out :( - but my next goal is to go to the supermarket and find some there. (don´t mess with a woman and her chocolate)

 

 

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