When you accidentally say you want to be purple in Spanish it is guaranteed that comment will never be forgotten… My whimsical desire to change colours has now become the impossible of becoming the same colour as barney the dinosaur. Fan-freaking-tastic. I have a feeling that my friends are going to make fun of me for wanting to be purple every single time I walk purposely walk into sunny areas- which is often, because I have a long term plan of being super tan. I will commence this when I finally go to the beach.. which should be soon because I keep bothering my one friend about going to the ocean. Dominicans just don’t get how intertwined my soul is with the ocean. And everyone here thinks I’m kind of insane for the sea.. partly true.
In the morning was the first meeting for Club Infantil, a kids program on Saturdays at 10 am. Right before the program started I was eating a breakfast sandwhich when I got a massive amount mayonnaise on my shirt. You know you’re a smooth person when you get mayonnaise on yourself before 10 am. That was pretty super… After I tried scrubbing off the condiments from my shirt and failed miserably I found out on Saturdays I will be teaching English in the morning. That is kind of exciting but the idea of teaching is terrifying.
In the afternoon the group of people from Canada and the youth group at the church met together to play sports. We sat in a big circle around the sanctuary and I was on the side with everyone from Dominican and the exchange was hilarious for me. Because the people from Canada would be need to ask the Dominicans a question and vice versa- and it was so funny because it was my old culture and my new culture coming together and I thought it was humours.
We then walked over to the other church with a large area to play basket ball, most of the time I just talked to people and tried to force my Spanish friends to speak in English with the gringos from Canada. (I feel like I am allowed to refer to white people as gringos because I am one… and I think it’s funny ) When los gringos had to leave the one girl saw me there hitting the volleyball around and was confused about why I was still there. Everyone that knew I was going to be in Dominican for 3 months laughed and said “she’s the gringa dominicana!” I was very satisfied with how that moment played out.
In the evening my friend drove me back home to my house on his motorcycle, which is something that will never get old. At my casa I was greeted with the typical supper of hot chocolate with bread that you dip in the hot chocolate. It’s gross, I can’t understand it, the hot chocolate and bread are good separately but when you put them together you get soggy bread and little chunks of bread floating in your hot chocolate. It’s a socially accepted idea of crotons for hot chocolate- and coffee. And the coffee is served in tiny cups that are the size of shot glasses. I strongly advise against trying this.