Let´s Call the Whole Thing Off..

Silvi has stopped calling me "que lindo" (how cute) and now refers to me as "el alto y bonito" or the tall and pretty. (I am not sure I have mentioned this, but she is 40). Whenever I am sitting at the dinner table and she is running around doing her chores (which is always), she takes a moment to slow down as she walks by and runs her hand across my shoulders. Uncomfortable: Maybe. Worth Saying Anything: No. Made for TV Movie: Absolutely.

A couple of other things:

1) I feel as though i should modify my statement about stray dogs, as this makes me seem like an unlaundered vagabond who neglects general hygene and is unafraid of rabies. I can assure you that I am an avid showerer and as I´ve alluded to previously, I wept mightily at Old Yeller. So, to clarify, i like the general demeanor of stray dogs, and that´s why they´re chill with me. (also, because they´re resourceful).

2) There isn´t a mirror in the Horta household that is higher than my nipples.

3) What I learned in class today: When Shoshen, a very Korean fellow who exports Chilean Salmon to Asia, tries to conjugate Tomar (to take) in the passive voice, he is often unsure of his final conjugation and starts saying, in a thick Korean tone: "Tomedo, Tomado, Tomedo, Tomado. sorry. sorry." This causes me great in-class excitement.