I am exhausted. It’s 10:30 pm on my first full day with my host family, and it’s felt so long. I woke up around 4 after a restless night of sleep. It stormed all night, which didn’t bother me, but at 4 am the roosters started sounding the alarm. I tried to go back to sleep, but it was muy difícil and I ended up getting up at 7. The sun comes up pretty early here, but it goes down early too. I feel ready to fall asleep around 6:30 pm, but I force myself to stay awake and socialize with the familia.
This afternoon, I went to the park to get wifi, talk to the parents and post on the blog. I was gone for a few hours. Later, my host mom said they were going out and asked if o wanted to come. I didn’t know what it entailed, but I went. We went to a park in Masatepe, then spent some time with my host mom’s cousin at what I assume was her house. I’m glad the teenagers are around, because they’re infinitely patient with me even though I’m super dumb when it comes to Spanish.
At one point, host sister’s boyfriend (I think?) asked me something about cars/driving, but I zoned in at the last half of his question. When I briefly had a blank look on my face, he said (in English) “driving.” Now, I knew the word for driving but had missed the other part of the sentence. This is a rambly way of saying that he spoke to me in English, and the first word out of my mouth was “¿Qué?” because apparently I don’t speak English anymore either. I’m looking on the bright side: My instinct when I didn’t understand something (regardless of language) was to speak Spanish.
Maybe I’m making progress?
It’s weird: I haven’t even tried to speak English to my host family, even though I’m pretty sure most or all of them speak it fairly well. The teenagers would probably help me cheat and speak to me in English (or help me translate a few of my English words to Spanish) but I’m on the straight and narrow, y’all. No cheating in this casa.