Tonight, Priscilla and I had a definite fakemother-fakedaughter bonding moment at the dinner table. Lately its just me and her that eat together since Balty is so sick and Patricio is always at work on the ship. FINALLY we had had a real conversation.
I asked her "Tienen enchiladas aqui en Chile?" with the hopes that she would say "SI!!! Nos encantan las enchiladas! Puedo servirlos manana!"
Sadly- she looked at me totally dazed and confused. She has never heard of enchiladas. I guess we might have to visit the "Tex-Mex" restaurant that I found a couple miles down the street after all.
Priscilla invited me to her baby shower and said that I should really go. The only thing is...I'm going to have to mentally prepare myself for a few hours of solid Spanish chaos. I know both of the grandmothers and they are both crazy- speaking faster than lightning, scooting around in their slippers, making me eat weird pastries when I'm sufficiently full...but it will be fun.
Its like I'm living in a classroom- there are no breaks from Spanish and I'm learning new words and phrases every minute. Even if I don't talk a lot I can listen to people speaking all around me and am learning to comprehend Chilean spanish- which is very different than the "Mexican" spanish that we study at OU.
