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That was weird.
I so glad that I was about 4th in line. Had I been second, they probably would have thought that I was trying to bum rush the place. I would not have known to wait until the person ahead of me was in and seated. When it was my turn and I walked in, I flashed back to the airport security line. The security guard at the door ran a wand up and down my back and front and then checked my bag. (Sheesh…is bank robbery like that here?)
So when I was actually in the bank, naturally I headed for a teller
I was too afraid to sit in the chair. The screen looked like Keno and I was nervous that I would miss my turn. Luckily it was sort of easy. The teller was nice. He spoke no English. I am here trying to get better…really I am. I was a little nervous not having a person that spoke English, though, when I was dealing with my money. I don't know what I thought that he would do. Grab my money, spout off some stuff in Spanish and run. I’m an idiot. Anyway, I gave him my measly $60.00 he gave me 37,000.40. Nice.
Today was a new adventure. I had decided that I was going to get on the bus and take a look at one of the universities that is closest to my house. (Sin [that’s the word for with] “Diane.” She was a little funny acting, but I pulled it off) So I got on the bus and when I saw something a little familiar I got off
As I walked by a street vendor I saw something that caught my eye. It was a souvenir that I thought my father would like. I stopped and asked the price. I nodded when he told it to me. In addition he explained the craftsmanship (at least that is what I think) I asked the price again and thought that perhaps if he told me again I could use that time to figure out what he had said the first time and then give him the money.
No such luck.
I took out a bunch of money and held it out for him to take. He looked at me. I could tell he felt pity. I would have. Here was a full adult person standing with money and asking that it please be counted it for them. I know it was stupid and irresponsible, but I had no alternative. He looked afraid to touch it, but then pointed and told me what to give him. 2500.00. Muchas Gracias.
I continued to walk around and observe the sights. College students look the same everywhere
I pointed at what I wanted. She gave me something else. I got scared and flustered and just wanted to be away from the counter. She told me a price which of course I did not understand. Again I found myself holding out money and pleading with the seller to offer me assistance. She took a bill. Gave me some change and while I felt like crying, she moved on to the next person. I was so embarrassed. I felt stripped and stupid. I was sad that I was seemingly unable to take care of myself.
I took my purchase, whatever it was, and started walking down the street. I began to eat it so that I could at least pretend that was what I wanted and I knew what I was doing. It was heavy so I was sure that at any moment I would get to the meat and be eating some sort of sandwich…ummm…nope…just bread. Feeling even more defeated, devastated and shamed I wrapped the bread stuff back in the bag and continued down the street
After a few paces I saw a Chinese place. In true Chinese take-out form there was a menu with numbers and pictures. The prices were at the bottom. (Thank God) I put my money together, repeated the number a few more times in my head and ordered without incident.
“Numero seis, por favor”
Chicken, rice, salad and fruit juice. 1300.00.
I brought the bread stuff to Catalina. I asked her what it was and told her the story. She thought that it was funny. I guess now it is…then…not so much.