the quirks of travel
i had a few of those moments on sunday:
-- the stewardess as we were preparing for take-off: wear your seatbelts like J Lo's pants: tight and low.
-- the stewardess as we were preparing for landing: we hope next time you travel you choose to get
high with us.
that stewardess was a sassy one! her side comments were appalling. (yet enjoyable).
-- things to not do when you are stranger of a man to the little innocent girl sitting next to you
on the plane: pull out a plastic bag of mysterious unmarked pills, turn to little girl and say, "gotta
stash my illegal drugs before i get off." and then top of that statement with a creepy smirk, not a
laugh or an oh i'm kidding! or anything. an interesting choice of joke before exiting the plane into mexico,
my neighbor. and then i hugged my carry on a little closer and couldn't make eye contact for the
remainder of the flight.
-- airport security man and his cronies: how old are you? (this conversation was mostly spanish, elevating
the awkward factor to a whole new level)
man and cronies: (whispering in spanish) (me thinking: hello, i know espanol, nice try) do you have a
man: do you want one?
me: um i don't know?
man: well you will have one soon enough!
me: (shooting sean my flying buddy the get over here and save me look. he didn't get the hint)
cronie #1: well put me on your list!
me: (nervous laughing while snatching my passport and makes a run for it)
end scene. and that was my first spanish conversation in mexico.
-- there have been a few moments where one of us has worked super hard to formulate a sentence
in spanish to speak to a local and then they reply in english... hello embarrassing.
-- we had a "who's the palest?" competition while waiting for the bus. i won.
it's been an amazing second day and i can't wait to fill you in on it. i just woke up from my siesta (i'm totally bragging) and am headed to our afternoon orientation session in la Palapa! check back for a post on la Plaza soon.