I accidently accepted a date from a waiter on the street today. Well, I walk by the same restaurant to get to class in the morning, between my first and second class, between my second and third class, and on my walk home. So, I see the same waiter every day 4 times. We smile and say hola, which I thought was normal. However, today we had a longer conversation which ended with us shaking hands. Again, I thought this was normal. Much to my surprise, when I asked my friends after what a "cita" was (because I remembered he said something about that), my friends told me it means a date. whoops. I went home and told my hostmom and she misunderstood me and thought he was a predator on the street bothering me and she told me a story about when she was with her sister and a guy smacked her sister's butt, Pilar hit him with her umbrella and yelled at him. Then, she instructed me on how to do so.
The lifeskills I learn here are endless.
When I get time, I will blog about our taste of Spain adventures, touring a Spain dorm, my trip to PARIS this weekend, and Burgos.
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