What I said out loud: That is because he is in denial. Do you want to go to Egypt?
Wunderkid: What just happened there?
Me: I said the denial thing and people always say 'denial is not just a river in Egypt' and I would like to take a cruise on the Nile and see Egypt and I think that would be a really cool thing to do with you so I asked.
Wunderkid: That happened really fast.
Me: It would be much easier if people could just take all these leaps in my brain with me.
Sunday, September 2, 2018
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
Cuba Parte Deux!
I just returned from a truly interesting Cuban adventure. So much happened that I will probably be writing about it for weeks.
Despite swearing that I will never return to a country I visit until I have gone to all the rest of them I ran right back to Cuba after my first visit in February. It is extremely beautiful with fantastic beaches, snorkeling and hiking. The gorgeous architecture and the music, oh my gosh the music, are captivating. All of these drew me back but the people are what made me decide Cuba is my home.
I spent a lot of time there wandering around and talking to strangers and they were AMAZING. Everyone was friendly and funny and patient with my god awful attempts at Spanish. It did not take me long to have a personal tour guide and chaos coordinator who took me to meet all his friends and spend time like a Cuban (outside, talking, listening to music, and sharing a little rum). I loved it.
When I got back home, I kept in touch with a few people. I expected that to stop after a few weeks but when neither my infatuation with the country or contact with the people waned after a few months I decided to go back.
This trip, I was extremely far off the tourist track. I got off the plane and walked out of the customs area to hear my name shouted. Three of my Cuban friends ran over and squished me and kissed my face and swept me up immediately into the madness. As soon as we got to the car they passed out beers and raised a toast to my return. They took me to someone's sister's house where there was a party and so much FOOD to welcome me. After meeting a million people and being fed until I couldn't move we hopped in a car and headed out on a road trip. We drove through the night. Well, they drove while I slept in the back until the sun came up. At dawn we arrived in the town where most of them were from and were received by their families coming out into the street to kiss my face and welcome me and make sure I wasn't hungry.
I spent the next 6ish days in this tiny town where no one spoke more than a teensy bit of English and a lot of people had never met a foreigner before. I think that I have an easier time than a lot of people being social. I have adopted or been adopted by a lot of people but I have never had an experience like this where an entire neighborhood took me in as their own like that.
"Sientes que esta tu casa?" I kept being asked. Do you feel like this is your home?
I learned a ton and had a fabulous time.
I like to think I left my mark on this town as well.
Here are my top 3 fabulous phrases I used that no one had heard before and I hope will spread.
1. Las piernas de pollos (Chicken legs)
2. Estoy sudando mis cojones apagando. (I am sweating my balls off!) I did have to explain several times that I know I do not have balls.
c. Drammallama. I always said this in English and no one knew what it actually meant but they were saying it and applying it to me when I said I couldn't dance because my legs fell off, or the bugs were trying to murder me, or I was laying on the ground insisting that I was too hot to move and someone had to put me into water.
I cannot wait to go back!
Despite swearing that I will never return to a country I visit until I have gone to all the rest of them I ran right back to Cuba after my first visit in February. It is extremely beautiful with fantastic beaches, snorkeling and hiking. The gorgeous architecture and the music, oh my gosh the music, are captivating. All of these drew me back but the people are what made me decide Cuba is my home.
I spent a lot of time there wandering around and talking to strangers and they were AMAZING. Everyone was friendly and funny and patient with my god awful attempts at Spanish. It did not take me long to have a personal tour guide and chaos coordinator who took me to meet all his friends and spend time like a Cuban (outside, talking, listening to music, and sharing a little rum). I loved it.
When I got back home, I kept in touch with a few people. I expected that to stop after a few weeks but when neither my infatuation with the country or contact with the people waned after a few months I decided to go back.
This trip, I was extremely far off the tourist track. I got off the plane and walked out of the customs area to hear my name shouted. Three of my Cuban friends ran over and squished me and kissed my face and swept me up immediately into the madness. As soon as we got to the car they passed out beers and raised a toast to my return. They took me to someone's sister's house where there was a party and so much FOOD to welcome me. After meeting a million people and being fed until I couldn't move we hopped in a car and headed out on a road trip. We drove through the night. Well, they drove while I slept in the back until the sun came up. At dawn we arrived in the town where most of them were from and were received by their families coming out into the street to kiss my face and welcome me and make sure I wasn't hungry.
I spent the next 6ish days in this tiny town where no one spoke more than a teensy bit of English and a lot of people had never met a foreigner before. I think that I have an easier time than a lot of people being social. I have adopted or been adopted by a lot of people but I have never had an experience like this where an entire neighborhood took me in as their own like that.
"Sientes que esta tu casa?" I kept being asked. Do you feel like this is your home?
I learned a ton and had a fabulous time.
I like to think I left my mark on this town as well.
Here are my top 3 fabulous phrases I used that no one had heard before and I hope will spread.
1. Las piernas de pollos (Chicken legs)
2. Estoy sudando mis cojones apagando. (I am sweating my balls off!) I did have to explain several times that I know I do not have balls.
c. Drammallama. I always said this in English and no one knew what it actually meant but they were saying it and applying it to me when I said I couldn't dance because my legs fell off, or the bugs were trying to murder me, or I was laying on the ground insisting that I was too hot to move and someone had to put me into water.
I cannot wait to go back!
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