I had my first Spanish lesson today, and it went great except for the fact that my professor gave me a ten thousand word dictionary and told me to have it memorized by tomorrow…ya….I’m on it.
My classroom is pretty amazing. Classroom being a little hut with no walls, but a semi roof that over looks Lago de Atitlan. When I’m not paying attention (which is about 99% of the time), I’m dreaming of being behind a boat slicing the water either on a water ski (notice that’s singular…real men only solemn) or on a wake board (honestly, never figured out how to use one of those, but the mentioning of a “wake board” puts me in with the cool people). Throughout the class, I can help myself to coffee or tea, in which today I took complete advantage of. I’m digging this so far.
I choose to stay with a family for the first week, and although I’m extremely comfortable and I probably couldn’t have asked for a better family, I might move back to the hostel I was originally in. It allows for just a little more freedom, and also, by the time I get out of 6 hours of private instruction, the last thing I want to do is try speaking more Spanish.
My family consists of two parents and a two year old boy. Usually…I’m not to fond of kids. My general rule of thumb is I hate everything living with the exception of trees and people over the age 18. But, when a child becomes an adult, that’s when I then allow for them to submit an application on whether or not I will like them or not. Its pretty competitive, so not everyone makes the cut.
But back to the story…their kid, Felix, I’m freaking in love with. Yes, I realize he only eats, sleeps, poops, and pretty just wastes oxygen, but he is one of the cutest kids I have ever seen…period. So, with that said, realize he’s a minority of children I actually like. I’m going to see if I can take him home with me. Uh oh…this is bad…I think I’m getting a soft side towards children…
My teacher has a name I can’t pronounce. I originally asked him if I could call him Bob…he said no…so we settled for Chino. I believe he said he was 25, has a wife and one kid. The first day he had a Corona hat on, so instantly I knew we were going to get along. He is constantly pushing me to learn more, which truthfully, I’m very grateful of. On the first day, he gave me a bajillion million quilion verbs to learn…still working on that list as we speak.
Looking forward to seeing my Spanish progress. Thus far, I have learned the appropriate naughty words and how to scream “speak English!” Kidding…my Spanish is a little better than that. Updates over the next few weeks will be shared as events unfold.