Feb 6th – Day of Stressing

After meeting with Antonio to go over my paper, I understand what mistakes I was making. Which I guess the good thing is that they were things we didn’t go over more than once in Spanish classes back home. So at least it was stuff I didn’t know well or never came up before. Now I need to write that last paragraph, type it up and print it off. Printing here is such a pain for so many reason: to use the printer in the comp lab, you need to bring your own paper, and it’s free but it’s always broken or not working properly. You can go to an internet café, but the connection is so slow that it takes twice the time just to get it uploaded and print it off. There you have to pay to print it off. You can go to the libraries in the school but they prefer you not do it and get very testy about it. Plus they can charge what they want to have you print it off. Victoria said that the printers were working and we were going to split buying a pack of paper. So I just needed to email it to her and she would print it off which I had to finish the story and send it before I went to my host home to have lunch. I don’t get internet so this was my only chance to do it. I just wanted to be done with this story and it was taking so long. Finally I finished my paper and sent it off. Ahh, now I could go eat and take a nap. When I woke up Victoria called and told me that she couldn’t open up my attachment with my paper because the computers in the lab don’t open any attachment. Great, now what am I going to do? We decided we would meet before class and try then and I would just paste it in the message. I would’ve gone to meet her and do it then but by that time, the school was about to close for the night. At dinner, Ana was at the market so Pepe made my dinner. Which I usually get so nervous to speak with him as he speaks so fast and he knows no English, so if I don’t know how to say something he doesn’t understand me. He told me that he was making fajitas which let me remind you that, tex-mex isn’t a known concept to them…and that includes this moment as well. The fajitas were barbequed chicken (or at least tasted like it) with Italian parmesan cheese sprinkled in it on a tortilla. It so funny how they try to make our food and I realized now that they probably think the same of us. Then we talked about my classes and I told him what we were learning about in class this week. He explained to me the art of bullfighting because I was confused why getting the ear of a bull was such a big deal. Pepe said that it’s a way of showing how well they did in the bullfight. So if you are wondering about how good a bullfighter is, you would ask what he got. So if he got both ears and the tail, then he’s a pretty big deal…Pepe said it’s really impressive if that happens. Hmm, interesting…I would’ve never know that it was a status symbol, guess I learn something new everyday. After dinner, I did my homework for that day and went to bed.