Clown = Payaso
Trip Start Aug 28, 2012
22Trip End Jul 30, 2013
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Some under-agers getting mad with it on cake and jelly
Other new words in my vocabulary include oso, pato, tiburon, mono and zorro (bear, duck, shark, monkey and fox). Playing animals has it's uses.
We have become good friends over the past couple of weeks that I've live in his house, we even watched Transformers together. Although he kept fastforwarding to 'the good bits' which was tremendously irritating. His constant attention seeking means I'm forced to communicate and my Spanish is improving as a result. He told me he missed me when I went to Peru yesterday so if never need to repeat this to a pal I know that, 'te extranaba' is the phrase.
Last week he kindly invited me to a party and I jokingly responded 'quizas, quizas..' (maybe, maybe). Half an hour later his mum came through and asked if I genuinely wanted to go. In a new place with nae pals one must accept all invitations so I went along to the fiesta assuming his mum and grandma, who were in the car, were both attending.
Incorrect, I got out and they stayed in, grandma Nancy's parting words were 'ten confianza' (have confidence). Okay, I thought, so this is happening, at least Vicente is my pal.
As kids parties go, it was up there with the best. The venue was a nursery and it was full of mums and kids, a given situation at a kids birthday, so I said about twenty 'holas' to everyone and followed Vincent through the house to explore. The first room we went into had a rail of costumes. It was already best birthday ever. A couple of kids were already changing into superhero costumes so I asked Vincent which he wanted and he turned his nose up at the idea. Being a fancy dress fanatic, I was having none of it and convinced him he'd be left out if he didn't join in. This worked and I helped him into the suit. I assumed once this tranformation was complete he'd just run and play, leaving me to make smalltalk with parents and guardians. However he was shy and needed some convincing to join in the festivities, gesturing for me to hold his hand. However this coyness was short-lived and I was soon old news because I didn't have a costume and I didn't even fit on the trampoline.
Oh god, time to chat to mums. They were all seated in a line overseeing the proceedings like hawks so I sat down and introduced myself to one of them. Given that they were mums I expected sympathy and friendly vibes given my lonely situation. LIKE GETTING BLOOD FROM A STONE. Each one I talked to seemed happy to chat for all of 5 seconds before they returned to fussing over the little cariņos. Just leave them to it, they don't want you to wipe their mouth or fix their costume they just want to do headstands on the trampoline. So yeah they were nice enough but certainly not riveting chat. To be fair there wasn't much to discuss after general introductions. I found myself wracking my brain for vocabulary about the weather. Nice and sunny I'd say. YEAH LIKE EVERY SINGLE DAY HERE, IDIOT. Couldn't exactly discuss politics given current date which was close to 11th September-the day the country remembers Pinochet's dictatorship and those who died during it. I soon ran out of mums to talk to but the situation was saved by the sudden appearance of a clown who declared that a show was about to start.Excellent.
I felt like an infant struggling to understand basic speech because the clowns' accents were ridiculous. Me trying to understand Chilean is like a Chilean person learning american English and then trying to communicate in a Glasgow scheme. Of course all the kids were laughing along having a wonderful time and I chortled along with them, missing every punchline. Said clowns were two young Chilean lads who took great pleasure in utilizing my foreign-ness to entertain the crowd i.e. when they went round greeting people they both pretended to faint (due to my staggering beauty of course) and they added little bits of english to their routine, nodding and winking in my direction. I can speak Spanish alright! Bloody clowns. Then they asked me to be their assistant and repeated the fainting routine to great amusement of the crowd. They were both fairly attractive underneath the makeup so it wasn't the worst situation, one to tick off the bucket list: clown flirting.. check.
Following the show the kids ate a mountain of hotdogs and sweets and sang happy birthday. This was traumatic for me because I didn't know how to sing it in Espaņol. I tried to organise my mouth into what I thought was the right shape and pre-empt the words I was genuinely clueless so it will have looked ridiculous.
Buzzing on a vast selection of e-numbers, the kids went back off to play and I attempted more smalltalk with the madres. This led me to discover that they all thought Vicente was my offspring. No, no I laughed, I'm just the foreign girl living in his house, here watching your kids, eating free food and getting ridiculed by clowns for your entertainment. Of course I didn't have the capacity to explain this in Spanish, any attempt at humour was met with a smile that said 'I think you're trying to be funny, I don't understand, but I'll smile and pretend I do.' At least they were sympathetic to my plight, I hadn't planned to be solo at the party but that's what transpired. And I'm glad it did because now I know the word for clown which I've since used in plenty unnecessary situations. And because I accompanied him to the party, Vicente is now my best pal which is great because I need some. We also have the same mental age which is superb. It's nice having a niņo to practice Spanish with because I don't hesitate before attempting to speak; he's unlikely to mock me to his friends if I incorrectly conjugate a verb because his primary interests in life are Transformers and kite flying.
I need to add that during the time I wrote this he warned me repeatedly that there was a spider on the wall, asked me if I was scared of spiders and told me that they have one leg, not eight, and they have to hop about. Total jester.