A few funny and/or interesting stories to tell ...
1. The other day at dinner, Trini, the woman we are staying with, asked me what my brother´s name was. I wasn´t too surprised that didnt know cause she never says either of our names. We told her and she couldn´t pronounce it, kept calling him Sally. She asked what his name is in Spanish and we couldn´t figure it out. So Tyler says, "why don´t you call me Coco!" She goes, "Coco?!" In her strong Spanish accent, sounds like,"Coh Coh!" and he says, "Sí!" I was crying laughing so hard and to my shock she now calls him Coco all the time. Tyler says it´s with a K, like Koco, but there are no K´s in Spanish.
2. I´m in my room, down the hall from Tyler, the living room and kitchen, and I hear a big crack and Trini says, "Ahh! Coco!!" I run to see what happened and apparently Tyler sat on his bed and broke one of the bars underneath. Tyler has been eating three kabobs a day and Kinder flavored gelato every night, so he´s really fat now. (j/k he told me to say that) It was hilarious to say the least. Tyler´s new name is Loco Coco.Ty helped them move the mattress off the bed with his strong arms and Pepe (the husband) goes,"Oooh Rocky Balboa!" And once again we were on the floor laughing.
3. I´ve been wearing my Cougar In Training T-shirt the bed lately and so I eat breakfast while wearing it. The other morning Ty says, "thats a great shirt to be wearing around here," and I said, "yea, but they can´t read it so it doesn´t matter!" Yup, Cougar In Training even in Spain!!
4. A bunch of us went out for gelato Monday night and they have the craziest flavors. Donut, sesame, cheesecake, etc. and when I told Tyler they had Kinder flavored gelato his mouth dropped open in shock. Kinder is this German chocolate that Ty has loved since the first time he went to Germany back in his teen years. It was pretty cool.
5. In a Spanish grocery store there are a few rules that you must follow. In Corte Inglés, the bigger more expensive store, all the produce is packaged like Trader Joe´s, but there is a little stand in the middle that has individual fruit. But you can´t touch it. There is someone inside the circle of individual produce that you talk to and they pick out, weigh and package your fruit for you. If youa are at the Mercadona, a cheaper store, you must put on desposable plastic gloves to pick out your fruit, put it in a bag and then type the fruit´s number into a machine that produces a sticker that you slap on your produce. Very tricky these Spaniards. 80% of their deoderants are spray on and all of there containers for shampoo, soap etc. are small and petite. Corte Inglés surprisingly has tons of options for lactose free milk and cheese and a section for gluten free products. Awesome! Now we eat cereal in the mornings instead of loaves of french bread with butter and marmalade.
6. An overweight, hairy, balding, sexist teacher named Santiago, Santi for short, at Don Quijote, my school, asked one of our Jordanian friends out. Her name is Samira and after his incessent requests she said yes to be nice. He wined and dined her and told her that she was different from the rest and that he loved her. She said he put on his puppy dog face when she said it could never be and said that he ruined the most romantic place on earth for her. Cool.
xo
Ce
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