Ooops … did I say that?

As you can imagine, when learning a new language, it is extremely easy to say ridiculous things. Sometimes you are aware immediately of your errors, sometimes not so much. Think back to a two year old trying to learn to say ‘truck’ … I’m sure you’ve heard the mistaken version, and if you are a mom, you may have been horrified when your child said ‘*uck’ in public when they really just wanted their little green toy truck … innocent enough!

I’ll be writing a blog post on my first two weeks of school, hopefully today to catch everyone up on what I’ve been learning. All is going well though. I’ve had some really frustrating moments and I’ve said some ridiculously funny things … (warning bad language below)! I don’t learn the bad words in school, but when you say something wrong and someone laughs hysterically at what you’ve said, you learn the bad words quickly so you don’t embarrass yourself again!

For example ….

Near my first home stay was a popular street called Calle Conde … one day I made the mistake of calling it Calle Cono (cono = *uck) OOPS! Good thing I said it to a friend not a stranger!

My second mistake was saying ano instead of ano (with an accent over the n). Ano (with an accent) means year. Ano with no accent means asshole/anus (literally!)

My third mistake was particularly hilarious … I was speaking in Spanish, trying to explain about the singer of a song I liked. I couldn’t think of the word for singer in Spanish, so I thought I’d be smart and make up a word and hope that it was right. A lot of words are similar to French or English, so it was worth a try ….

So, I said El singa bien. This was supposed to mean he sings good. What I actually said to my friend was that he was good at sex! HA HA HA How embarrassing! I actually did recognize immediately what I had said which made the situation worse because I started laughing realizing what I had just said to this guy. I couldn’t even correct myself because I still didn’t know the correct verb for ‘to sing’! Now I know that it is ‘cantar’.

Feel free to laugh at my embarrassment! I’m laughing as I relive this moment right now!

Other words that I have been known to get confused are the following:

casada = married vs canasada = tired
caballo = horse vs cebolla = onion
enojado = angry vs enamorado = in love
camaron = shrimp vs camarero = waiter

Aspiring to be inspired

I’m so uninspired here that it is even difficult for me to get inspired to write a blog post on being uninspired!

For the past two weeks in Santo Domingo, I have had just about zero interest in using my camera. At first I used the excuse that it was too dangerous to be carrying it around. Then I would see lots of tourists carrying around similar cameras and knew that in Zona Colonial I would be fine. Then I convinced myself that it was too heavy and just too much of a pain to carry around. Well, this is true, but I do it all the time at home! Then I started saying to myself … There’s not much to take photos of here, it is all architecture and architecture just isn’t my thing.

After a week of excuses, finally I decided that I would take my camera out one day when I had a friend with me so that I wouldn’t be carrying it around alone. He and I spent the day wandering around Zona Colonial and the Malecon, but it rained a lot and I ended up keeping my camera in my bag just about the entire time. That day I think I took about 7 or 8 pictures total.

I was particularly discouraged because I had felt like I forced myself to take my camera and then it still didn’t work out so I was double annoyed! This meant that I then felt even less like taking my camera out again!

That next week, I began to realize that all of these things were adding up and I started to analyze what was going on. All of a sudden I realized that I obviously needed a break from photo taking … and that you can’t force inspiration … you can’t force yourself to have a passion or to love something. So, if I didn’t feel like taking photos, I’d just have to leave my camera behind, at least for now.

On my second Friday in Santo Domingo, we were having an excursion with the school to the market. I love markets, the colors and the people in them, so I decided it would be a good day to give my camera another chance. Although it was a real pain to cart it around in a backpack because of the heat, I did take some photos at the market that I liked. And, I particularly enjoyed seeing some of the artists at work. I only wish I could have conversed with them better to hear their stories. Maybe near the end of my trip I’ll feel more confidant and I’ll head back to speak with them again.

After having taken photos at the Market though, I was still uninspired. I had taken a few photos, but I was ready to put my camera away again. But, why?

I’ve never been the type of person to snap a million photos of everything. I’m a choosy person. I take pictures that have meaning of some kind and if I don’t feel that it will be a good photo, I don’t bother taking it. I think this stems from the fact that it takes so long to cull and edit photos. I would rather just have photos that I like rather than a whole bunch of random useless photos that I will never use.

I think there are two big parts to my lack of inspiration …

1. I think I really need a break from work. For a long time I’ve realized that I turned my hobby into a business and now it is business and not a hobby. So, to some extent (although it isn’t quite this simplistic), I feel like if I’m not being paid to take photos, that I don’t want to do it. Every time I pick up a camera it is like work for me, so to always be taking photos means I would always be working! It is a shame, but I can’t seem to take photos just for me any more because I cannot separate it from work.
2. I also think that I really just don’t love Santo Domingo. I think back to when I traveled to New Orleans for a photo conference in 2010. From the moment I arrived in the city I felt liberated, free, inspired and alive. I couldn’t wait to take my camera everywhere and document the art and life of the city. Santo Domingo does not give me the warm fuzzies like New Orleans did.

I guess that is one of the downfalls of having not done a huge amount of research on the city before deciding to study here. I was aware it was 3 million people large and steeped in history, but I didn’t do much research on what it was like to live here. I just assumed that I would find it interesting once I arrived. I mean really, it is a huge city. There has to be something for everyone right? Well, maybe I just have been too lazy in the extreme heat and humidity to go look for it, but regardless, I haven’t found ‘it’ here yet.

Looking back, I wouldn’t change my decision though. I wouldn’t have chosen anywhere else to study. I don’t hate Santo Domingo, I just don’t love it here. I enjoy school. I like the culture and the people, but somehow, I just don’t like this particular city.

So, what am I going to do about it?

I’m going to change things up. The really great thing about this trip and about traveling solo is that I’m doing this all for me. I have no one to please but myself and I can choose to go whenever and however I want. So, do just that, I will!

I decided to look into changing school locations for my last week of classes. I have confirmed that the sister school in Sosua has room for me in class and in a school apartment, so Sunday, August 5th, I will head out on a three and a half hour bus ride to the opposite side of the island, through the mountains to reside in Sosua for a week. I’m very excited for several reasons …

1. It is a much smaller place, so I look forward to a slower pace, less noise and less traffic.
2. It is a beach town and right now, in this incredible heat, I need sand and ocean to cool off and relax.
3. I hear it is absolutely beautiful in Sosua and surrounding areas of Puerto Plata and Cabarete. I’m hoping that nature will rejuvenate me and encourage my passion.
4. There are many more options for excursions in and around Sosua, including the possibility of learning to kite surf. I’ll look into that when I arrive!

I also decided that I will go to La Romana on Friday to get my first glimpse of a different and smaller city. It’ll be a two-hour bus ride each way, but it will be nice to be in the air conditioning and local buses are always an adventure! While I’m there I might have time to visit a beach (I hope), as well as head out for some dancing on the “George Street” of La Romana that they call The Boulevard. I’m hoping to like this city enough to make it my home-base for the last two weeks of my stay in the Dominican as I’ve decided that I don’t want to stay in Santo Domingo.

I will return to Santo Domingo Saturday afternoon in preparation for the concerts and dancing of the Merengue festival taking place in the city on Saturday and Sunday. Sadly, I won’t get to enjoy the festival on Sunday as I will be heading off to Sosua, but I suspect after dancing the night away on Friday and Saturday my hips will likely be too sore to function for Sunday dancing anyway!

So, from uninspired to aspiring to be inspired … off I go in search of something more!

Santo Domingo Market Photo Essay

Artist supplies at the Santo Domingo Market

In 2012 I began learning Spanish. I arrived in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic knowing no more than ‘Hola’. On my second Friday at school, all of the students took an excursion to the local market. This excursion was for fun but also so that we could practice interacting with the locals. We were told ahead of time to ask lots of questions and that our homework for Monday was to write about our experience. You can read my first Spanish blog post (my homework) here.

Here’s a little photo essay for you to enjoy.

El Mercado en Santo Domingo

Mi primera lettra en Espanol. Este es mi tarea desde un excursion a el Mercado.

Hoy, mi clase es visitando el Mercado. Nosotros nos vamos en una groupa a nueve y media en guagua con cuatro profesors desde el escuela. Yo me siento con mi amiga, Jana y nosotros hace mucho calor.

Jana y Shari en el guagua
Jana y Shari en el guagua

Cuando llegamos, nosotros empezamos a la tienda de la dereche, con muchos personas. Es importante de tenr conversaciones con los vendadores para practicar hablando espanol. Yo hablo con la primera vendedora y preguntar cuanto cuesta port tres pinturas. Ella me dijo la cuesta en pesos, y es muy caro. Probablemente porque yo soy Blanca y un tourista. A mi no me gusta esto tienda porque muchos personas es alli, asi, nosotros vamos a otras tiendas en el Mercado. Muchos vendadores hablan en Ingles por los touristas, pero yo digo de ellos ‘Por favor, hablas Espanol, necesito practicar.’

Cuando yo veo pinturas que yo me gusta, yo quiero saber quienes los hacen. Un vendador dice a Katherine (mi profesora) donde los artistas estan, y nosotros vamos a mirar los trabajando. Los artistas hablamos y explicar los materiales tipico para los trabajos. Yo tomo muchos fotos de los artistas y muchos cosas a la Mercado. Muchos colores y muchos personas para hablar.

Santo Domingo Mercado
Santo Domingo Mercado
Santo Domingo - Mercado
Santo Domingo – Mercado
Santo Domingo Mercado
Santo Domingo Mercado
Santo Domingo Mercado
Santo Domingo Mercado
Santo Domingo Mercado
Santo Domingo Mercado

Yo encontrato un hombre llamar Raphael y el hace cosas desde amber y larimar. Yo hago una larga conversacion con el. El dijo que el hace las cosas a la casa y vendes en el Mercado. Compro una par de amber aretes. El dijo mas que un mil pesos para empezar, pero al fin, el dijo por $375 Pesos y dijo que es porque yo soy Dominicana!

Raphael - Santo Domingo Mercado
Raphael – Santo Domingo Mercado

Me gusta el Mercado mucho, y pienso que yo regreso sola un otra dia antes regeso en Canada.

My arrival to Santo Domingo

This blog is a little late getting posted (2 weeks late), but none the less, here it is!

After my long day of transit to get here, including delayed flights and rerouting, I was happy that the Santo Domingo airport was easy to navigate and relatively no line ups. I was even happier when I saw a sign with my name on it at the end of a long line of people. Unlike when I arrived in Galapagos, it was clear that someone what waiting for me and I would soon have a home!

I walked out into the moist night making polite chit chat with Jesus, my driver, in broken Spanish. He was a smiley, friendly man and I felt welcomed after my long day.

As we drove through the outskirts of the city, it was quite and calm, but it was also after 9pm. That quickly changed as we headed into the populated areas of the city where, along the Malecon the traffic was heavier, there was music blaring from every other car parked on the street and there were people walking hand in hand everywhere.

As we turned into the Colonial Zone where I would be residing, the streets were packed with cars making it difficult for the taxi to navigate. Drivers don’t stop at corners and traffic seems to be moving constantly in all directions. There were people sitting out in front of their houses, in bars and corner stores and different types of music clashing from all directions.

Jesus pulled up to what we thought was my house address, but could not find a place to park and after stopping for 10 seconds, got honked at continually as there is not room to pass on the small streets. So, he looped around the block again. This time, stopping to check with folks sitting outside to see if we had the correct location. With the van blocking traffic, I quickly grabbed all of my luggage and was ushered to the street. I barely even had a moment to say thank you and Jesus was rushing off into the busy-ness.

I was welcomed to my new home by a lovely older woman named Angela, who promptly gave me a hug and a kiss and said ‘Mi casa, su casa’, meaning, make yourself at home.

Honestly, I’m not quite sure how I got through the first night at Angela’s as my Spanish was pretty basic and a week later I still wasn’t able to understand anything that Angela said. I guess my first night she spoke particularly slowly, talked with her hands a lot and I probably used my dictionary a lot!

She had a beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers for me to welcome me to her home and she prepared me supper even though it was after 10:30pm.

I didn’t look around the house much that night as I was tired, but she showed me around briefly. There was a sitting room, a small nook where there was a computer, a living room with a television and stereo, my bedroom, a dining area, the kitchen and a bathroom. There were also three or four doors to areas that I was not shown. Later, I understood that these were the bedrooms of others who were staying at this home, however they were gone away for the weekend. After supper and a brief chat about my plans for the next day including what time breakfast would be served, I went to bed for a good night’s rest with my industrial size ceiling fan that really did very little to make the room cool.

A little overwhelmed and a lot tired, I was glad to be somewhere safe with a roof over my head and a bed to rest my weary head.

Two Weeks of Spanish School

I have officially been in Santo Domingo for just over two weeks and have now had 15 days of Spanish classes at Casa Goethe (or Instituto Intercultural del Caribe) They started me in a class that is kind of like beginner plus. I joined in with another student who had started from knowing nothing and was now on his third week of classes. So, I guess technically I am now on about week number six of studies even though I’ve only been here for two full weeks.

In the past two weeks I have learned A LOT. It is actually quite amazing when I sit and look at it all, but wow do I ever still find it difficult and somedays I just want to scream! It is so hard to not be able to express myself. I feel like I am always talking like a child. I know that it comes with time, but none the less it can be frustrating.

Pretty much everything in the past two weeks has been based on verb conjugations, with a lot of new vocabulary along the way. I have learned:

The difference between time and duration
The difference between para and por (to and for or sometimes for and for)
The difference between muy and mucho (used for saying very or a lot depending on the situation)
How to ask for the time (hour) and how to give the time (hour).
Desde / Hasta – From / to (I went to school from 9am until (or to) 12:30pm.
Verb conjugations for all verbs ending in er, ar and ir
Irregular verb conjugations
Tips on how to tell the difference between an object being masculine or feminine. Often if it ends in “O” it is masculine, ending in “A” is usually feminine.
How to talk about things that I like and that I do not like (verb gustar)
Vocabulary for items / furniture in a house – table / chair / sofa / bed / mirror / stove etc.
Vocabulary for – in front / behind / in / on / left / right / under / inside / outside etc.
Vocabulary for family – mom / dad / sister / brother / in laws / aunts / uncles / nephews / nieces / grandparents etc.
All numbers – for counting and for buying items – This has been one of my biggest difficulties, but mostly in the pronunciation and in hearing the difference between words that sound similar. For example, five, fifteen and fifty sound alike in Spanish, just like they kind of do in English.

We have also done a lot of chit chat, often about the differences between our own countries and the Dominican Republic. This has been interesting because we covered US, Canada and Switzerland in our class. We also had discussions about the men in Dominican who are always calling out to the women on the street and the cultural differences between the way men / women behave in Latin America verses North America and Europe (specifically Canada and Switzerland).

A lot of our homework assignments have been directly out of our workbooks. We’ve had to fill in sentences, answer questions and conjugate verbs. We’ve also had to write paragraphs describing our family, our Dominican accommodations and then talk about our dream house.

The two Fridays that I have been here we have had excursions. The first week, our entire school (about 30 students) were split up between five instructors to head out in the area for a scavenger hunt. We had to find 10 or 12 different businesses and at each one, ask them two questions. We then had to write the answers down and hand the paper back in. Unfortunately I didn’t feel that this particular activity was much fun or a lot of use to me as I was with students who spoke a higher level of Spanish than me and it was incredibly hot for walking around for two hours!

The second Friday however, we had a great excursion to the artisan market. As our homework, we had to write about our excursion. It was the first time I was really inspired to take photos. Just for fun, I will also post my Spanish home work that I wrote about the market.

Overall, the most difficult thing for me has been understanding what my professor (and the locals) are saying. Spanish in general is spoken very quickly. I’m not kidding when I say often people’s lips don’t even move! I still don’t understand my professor a lot of the time, but she’s pretty good at slowing down when I get completely lost and sometimes, if necessary will explain a concept for grammar in English and then give examples in Spanish.

Some days I feel like I will never understand what the locals are saying, but the more I venture out on my own, the more I realize I can understand. I’m still scared to death to call a taxi on my own or to try and figure out how to get somewhere new via public transportation, however I can now order and pay for my own food … buy something at a store or market and ask for directions and understand the answer (if they are not too complicated)!

My teacher is encouraging me to begin writing on my blog in Spanish, but I don’t feel I’m ready yet as my level of writing is still incredibly basic. However, I hope that soon enough I will be able to so that I can interest some Spanish speaking people in following along!

Day 1 at Spanish school

My first day of class (July 16th) I traveled to the school with my two roommates from Zona Colonial to Zona Universidad by public car and arrived at 8:45am. Shortly after 9am we were greeted as a group and assigned to our classrooms.

I joined my instructor Katherine and a student named Eric from Georgia. This class was a review for Eric, but was new to me. He had started three weeks prior with zero Spanish knowledge and I was joining in at his current level.

Our first task was to cover some of the most important questions or phrases needed for class, such as:

Como se dice …? (How do you say …?)
Que significa …? (What is the significance / meaning of … ?)
Repite por favor. (Repeat please)
Necesito ayudar. (I need help)
Tengo una pregunta. (I have a question)

Our next section was about opposites. We covered things like:
calor / trio – hot / cold,
suave / euro – soft / hard,
llueve / sol – rain / sun,
bonito(a) / feo – pretty / ugly,
grande / pequeno – big / small,
barato/economico / caro – cheap / expensive,
simpatico / antipatico – friendly / unfriendly,
largo / corto – long / short,
antes / despise – before / after

That day we also covered parts of the body, pieces of clothing and my first verb conjugation lesson – the difference between ser and estar (to be and I am).

When I look back at my notes from that first day, I sure learned a lot, but I am glad the instructor wrote everything on the board because that day I didn’t understand anything she said!

It’s so hot here that …

I’ve officially survived two weeks of crazy heat. Every day the temperatures are about 35 degrees, plus humidity which takes it up to feeling like 40 degrees. And, unfortunately you get no reprive at night. It drops by about 5 degrees. I thought I would do a quick post with things that you might not think of when it is hot all the time …

It is so hot here that ….

Sometimes a cold shower isn’t cold enough.
People carry hand towels around to dab their sweat all day long. (pack one with you or buy one when you arrive)
People carry umbrellas to shade themselves from the sun. (you’ll want one, for sure)
People walk slow because they don’t have the energy to walk fast and they would sweat more.
People sit outside at night, after dark because it is the only time when it is bearable. (bring a lot of bug repellant!)
Chocolate bars need to be kept in the fridge.
You need to grocery shop every couple of days for fresh fruit because it goes bad quickly.
My ear wax is soft! (Weird observation, I know, but it’s true!)
You sweat all day long, including in your sleep.
Ice melts before you can drink a glass of water.
After 5 minutes, air conditioning doesn’t feel cold.
You either stick to things or slide off of things really easily due to sweating all of the time.
Fingernail polish is always just a little soft. At least I found that mine didn’t harden completely.
Cream sun screen and cream insect repellant are useless because your skin is too busy spitting out sweat to absorb the cream! Bring spray not cream.

The Guagua

Guagua is the local term for a public bus here in Santo Domingo. They run throughout the city as public transportation, but also run from the city to various other destinations and cities. One day, my home stay sisters invited me to head out to Boca Chica beach with them, so off we went to find our way!

We took a carro publico to the bus station where we were immediately bombarded with men in red shirts demanding our attention and each trying to usher us to a different bus, but they were all saying Boca Chica, Boca Chica, Boca Chica. It was definitely the most overwhelmed I had felt in public.

We let a young man in a red company shirt quickly usher us to to the first bus on the right. You step inside the door and it is kind of like walking into That 70’s Show. It is a bus, but it kind of reminded me of a volkswagen van, with dirty, ugly, tattered patterned old curtains hanging from all of the windows. The bus seats were old vinyl and equally dirty. And, the aisle was made for hips the size of a 10 year old. All three of us had to turn sideways a little to walk down the aisle to the free seats near the back of the bus.

We all sat separately as there weren’t many people on the bus at this point. Amanda asked someone if we were on the correct bus, and then asked if the ‘Express bus’ we could see out the window was faster than the one we were on. When we discovered it was, we decided to switch buses … well, that didn’t go so well. We started to get off the bus and were greeted by the same young man in the red shirt who shoed us back into the bus telling us that we’d be leaving in three minutes. Of course, that’s three long Dominican minutes!

We sat back down feeling like we were prisoners and not being allowed off the bus. I remember saying to the girls … “if you really want to switch buses, we can get off, he won’t stop us.” But, instead, we agreed to just stay put as we were sure the bus would be leaving soon. And, the other passengers told us it was only about a 30 minute bus ride.

Sitting on the bus waiting was horrendously hot though. In 40 degree heat, on a small bus with no breeze … not fun.

About 15 minutes later a few more passengers had joined us, including one local lady who sat down with Christine even though there were other free seats available. This was odd, however, Christine chatted her up in Spanish and somehow ended up with a gifted mango from the girl, and a guide to help us get all the way straight to Boca Chica and off at the correct stop.

A couple of minutes after we left the bus stop, the young guy in the red shirt came to the back and told Christine that she needed to remove her hoop earrings because she was sitting beside the window. The young girl explained (in Spanish) that it would be easy for people on the street to reach in and grab them because they look expensive and were hoops, so easy to grab on to. I think they also closed her window at that point.

Moments later, there were vendors reaching in the windows offering up candy, sunglasses and snacks for purchase. I didn’t see anyone buying anything, so not sure how they ever make any money this way, but none the less they were relentless in their attempts!

All along the way, the bus stopped to pick people up. After a few people got on, I decided to move up and sit with Amanda. Seemed better than both of us sitting with strangers on a packed bus. Within about five stops, the bus was full. Once we got outside the city, the bus got fuller than full, with a few people standing. Luckily, not for long, as people were also getting off all along the way.

The young man in the red shirt came along to collect money from everyone, $50 Pesos each for us. He made sure to smile nicely, wink and deliberately hold on to each of our hands a little longer than necessary, just to be flirty. Actually, it was just kind of awkward … but I guess he liked it.

For the next 30 minutes or so, we sat on the bus as people hopped on and off at various towns along the way. Christine continued to chat up her new friend Theresa and finally, we got to our stop. Theresa motioned for us to get off and follow along with her, so we did. She walked us down along the beach and showed us a couple of places we could stop if we wanted to. We had mentioned being hungry, so she showed us to a restaurant, sat down for a few minutes and then, *poof* she said goodbye and disappeared, not to be seen again!

We think, aside from being friendly that she also brought us to this particular restaurant because she was friends with someone there, but we will never know!

We spent a lovely afternoon at the beach, then made our way back to the main highway to catch a cold, air conditioned Express guagua on the way home. For the extra .50c American, this bus was worth it! We had a short little chat with a friendly, yet slightly crazy man on this bus and then made it safely back to Parque Indepencia where we walked about 10 minutes to get home.

Overall, an interesting experience with local transportation. I’m certainly glad that my first time I went along with my two new friends who speak much better Spanish than I do! I haven’t done it again yet, but I suspect I’ll be heading that way again when I’m done school to visit some of the other beaches as well as the city of La Romana. I’ll be catching the air conditioned Express bus for sure though. I’m sure I can afford the .50cents for comfort!

English Movie Irony

I have now been out to the movie theatres twice since I’ve been here. Reason #1, for the air conditioning. Reason #2 … for the air conditioning! ha ha ha Ok, ok … Reason #3 because it is dirt cheap. I plan to see as many movies as I can in theatre here before I leave because I can probably see them all for less than the price of seeing one at home.

Last Sunday I went to see The Dictator and last night I went to see Batman. It is $150 Pesos, just less than $4 US. Then, it cost me another $150 Pesos for a chocolate bar, medium coke and a bottle of water. And, I got air conditioning for 1.5 to 2.5 hours!

Now, I realize I am in a huge city, but for some reason, I thought that the Cinema here would not have the newest movies, or that the theatre would be old and tattered. Funny how wrong I was.

Cinema centro Malecon is huge and has 3D too! It has about 10 theatres I think and each of them are really large. They are stadium seating, but not quite the same as home. The seats are on a much steeper incline and the screens are huge here! The seats have plenty of room and are comfortable and unlike the rest of the city that is incredibly dirty, the theatre is quite well kept. I was even impressed with the fact that there were two women’s stalls with doors that closed, a wall between them, decently clean AND the piece de resistance ….. are you ready for it? There was toilet paper!

It is quite the experience at the theatres here because there are no rules. The first difference that I noticed was that in Canada, when we go in to a theatre, we choose our seat and then usually other people sit two or three seats away from you. Here, that is not the case. The theatre might only be 1/4 full, but everyone is grouped together, whether they know each other or not. During The Dictator, we were seating in a row almost alone and a group of six guys came in. Four of them sat on one side of me, directly beside me and then the other two crossed over and sat directly beside my friend. There were many other places that they could have all sat together, but they didn’t.

People also use cell phones all the time during the movie, for texting and for talking. They talk to each other in regular voices and they talk to people across the theatre.

The best part though is that they LOVE their movies. They laugh loud and hard like it is the funniest thing they have ever heard … all of the time. And, quite often when the movie is in English and subtitled in Spanish they find things funny that I don’t and vice versa. I even leaned over to a friend last night to ask what I missed, but she didn’t really know. The entire theatre of people was laughing except for the three of us white girls … How ironic seeing as the movie was in English!