The Falling Action

A few people have told me that my life reminds them of a movie, like Eat, Pray, Love or something like that. Well if my life were a movie this past week would have been the climax, right now is the falling action, and these next two weeks are the resolution.

            These past couple months have been full of events but compared to my normal life they have been relatively calm. However things sped up a little bit this past Monday. I met a new friend named Lazaro, and that night he invited me to join his family at their uncles house for dinner. So I went. I had a great time, he has a girl cousin who is my age, they had this massive BBQ with every type of meat in the world. Like really. They had all these sausages and ribs, and steak and chicken. It was delicious. It was all fun and games until I realized I forgot my keys.

            When I returned home at around 1:30 in the morning my first dumb idea (of many that would come that night) was to hop the extremely tall fence. So I threw my sandals and the rest of my stuff into the yard and attempted and failed. After many other failed attempts, instead of just knocking and waking up the family, or using someone’s phone to call May and Ignacio, I decided there was no possible way I could get into the house (I think my brain had turned off), so I took up Lazaro’s family on their offer to sleep in the guest bedroom. The next day I asked the gardener to let me into the outside gate and then I attempted to break in through the window. May appeared on the other side looking very upset. She told me (in angry Spanish) that is was 9 in the morning and they had been waiting for me all night and why were my sandals and flip flops in the yard but I never returned home. Then she marched upstairs. I probably sat for a good two hours doing absolutely nothing but feeling sick in my stomach. When they finally came downstairs I rushed to explain, but the damage was done. They didn’t understand why I didn’t facebook message them or call them. I didn’t know why either, I guess I am used to college where I never tell anyone where I am.

            The next two days were not very great, conversation was to a minimum and although I had said sorry I still felt there was tension. Fortunately for me by the third day all was forgotten and things went back to normal. Except for the fact that I had a new friend who according to all the children in the neighborhood was my new “novio”(boyfriend). I have definitely encountered one to many awkward moments concerning this situation. For instance, yesterday one of the older girls, with 5 other children, right in front of Lazaro, asked me if he was my boyfriend. “No he is just my friend”, kids cannot seem to understand that.

Yesterday I went Kayaking down at the bay with Lazaro (it wasn’t a date I swear), we got to kayak to this little island that was across from this historic castle, that was on an island farther out. It was fun to get out of my normal neighborhood. That night he came over to watch a movie with me and the kids, which was probably a bad idea because the whole entire night the kids were singing “What Is Love” from the Coca Cola commercials. Either way it is nice to have another friend that lives in the neighborhood.

We went to a pizzeria the other night, the family decided it was finally a good time to correct my table manners. The whole entire summer, THE WHOLE ENTIRE SUMMER, I had believed that it was acceptable to begin eating before everyone else had been served food. I had thought this because the first week I arrived at lunch, the whole family started eating right when they got their food, I had asked in Spanish (well I thought that is what I was asking) if that was acceptable in Spain. They said yes! So I went about thinking that it was normal manners to eat right when you got your food rather than waiting for everyone to be served. They finally told me that it was not acceptable and this whole time, at all the family gatherings and restaurants we had gone to I just looked plain rude. Miscommunication problems I guess.

So now I am at the falling action of my story, in which I get to decide what the resolution is going to be. I can’t believe I only have two weeks left before it is time for me to return to California. Back to my cell phone constantly ringing, things to do, people to see, and places to go. I have read a lot of good books, wrote a lot, I have even written some poetry! Haha. Through it all I have discovered a lot about myself and I am trying to put the pieces together to try to form the final conclusions of who I want to be when I return to California. Only one more blog post left.

See you soon California.