Today was something like a day of rest for me. Well, at least I took the morning off to give myself time to adjust to my new environment. I spent the morning praying and reading the Bible, and afterward I studied for my medical Spanish class and finished watching Mean Girls 2...It was so enjoyable.
When it was finally time to go to class I left a few minutes early to explore the city and find some salt and vinegar potato chips. I went to a store called Tia (kind of like Family Dollar) only to find that the only types of chips they sell here are Dorritos, anything sour cream and onion, small bags of cheetos, and chicharrones. There were no salt and vinegar potato chips!!! I settled for sour cream and onion ruffles and took them to the park across the street to enjoy them. There were so many people in the park, but among all the faces I noticed a little one. There was a little boy in the park who was probably six or seven years old. His face was dirty, and it looked as if he was trying to sell something or do something to make money. At first when he offered me whatever it was (I couldn't understand him) I said no thank you and continued eating my chips. The second time I saw him I was leaving the park and I couldn't help but notice him again. This time all I did was give him the rest of my ruffles. I wondered about this boy. Where were his parents? How poor is he? What could I give him that would help him? Later that night over the evening meal, I asked Hilda about the boy in my broken Spanish. She told me it was very common to see indigenous boys around the city. I guess its no different than home, when we see homeless people on the street or the sad faces of children on TV commercials. I wonder if I will see the boy in the park again.
My medical Spanish class is very small. Its made up of me and my teacher. I don't even know how to define the level I'm on, but judging from the material we are going over I'm probably at the beginner level. Even though I've taken so many Spanish classes over the years, I'm okay starting at the beginning level here because in this class we learn vocabulary and grammar rules relative to talking to patients. Its kind of like applying what I've already done, to something I don't know yet. So far I've learned the Spanish words for body parts and how to interview a patient about pain. Class is only 2 hours per day, but I do have to study. So I think my movie watching time will now be restricted to the weekends. Oh well!
Until day 6.....
EP<3
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