Day Two con mi familia...
[8-12-07] John - this morning at breakfast was a little better. i met the dad of the household and i think i may have an ally. he's this kind old man who was so sweet to me just because i tried this weird picante sauce he makes and carries around in a clear glass jar with him ... yeah, totally not creepy AT ALL. anyways, we shared this moment where we both looked over at keith, the 80-year-old who is the other student living en mi casa, and the room was silent. all you could hear was keith smacking away (read previous Post-a-Cards for futher detail on the introduction of "Keith" in my travels) ....
i swear, the noises that his bodily functions make are so loud, it's enough to make you wonder if there's a bunch of mice inside of him running on those little wheels making sure everything is still working after all these years. it's at that exact moment me and the dad just shared this look and there was a silent agreement.
if the smacking got any more louder, we were going to take keith out and shoot him.
so later on, over eggs and tortillas, the dad is describing how this weekend at a wedding they literally chased these chickens down and ripped off their heads before eating them and i look over at "Tessa" (the swiss chick who came to live in the house this week to study espanol) and she is completely white. i fumble through spanish and tell the father quickly that "Tessa" is a vegetarian and he has just described the massive slaughter of a bunch of live animals. he laughs and assures "Tessa" that they ate the animals live after they captured them ... it's then i realized that i may have met the love of my life.
he just happens to be a balding retiree kickin' it in central america.
more to come i'm sure. take care. jessie
[8-12-07] John - this morning at breakfast was a little better. i met the dad of the household and i think i may have an ally. he's this kind old man who was so sweet to me just because i tried this weird picante sauce he makes and carries around in a clear glass jar with him ... yeah, totally not creepy AT ALL. anyways, we shared this moment where we both looked over at keith, the 80-year-old who is the other student living en mi casa, and the room was silent. all you could hear was keith smacking away (read previous Post-a-Cards for futher detail on the introduction of "Keith" in my travels) ....
i swear, the noises that his bodily functions make are so loud, it's enough to make you wonder if there's a bunch of mice inside of him running on those little wheels making sure everything is still working after all these years. it's at that exact moment me and the dad just shared this look and there was a silent agreement.
if the smacking got any more louder, we were going to take keith out and shoot him.
so later on, over eggs and tortillas, the dad is describing how this weekend at a wedding they literally chased these chickens down and ripped off their heads before eating them and i look over at "Tessa" (the swiss chick who came to live in the house this week to study espanol) and she is completely white. i fumble through spanish and tell the father quickly that "Tessa" is a vegetarian and he has just described the massive slaughter of a bunch of live animals. he laughs and assures "Tessa" that they ate the animals live after they captured them ... it's then i realized that i may have met the love of my life.
he just happens to be a balding retiree kickin' it in central america.
more to come i'm sure. take care. jessie
1 comment:
Miss Jessie, I may have to definitely wait to come see you until AFTER you're away from Keith. You know how I am with the sound of people eating. (((shiver)))
Post a Comment