Mexican slang, not the same as Spanish slang.
Yesterday, Saturday, my host mom decided that she wanted to call my new friend from school, Alejandro, and ask him about what books I needed for school. While on the phone with him, he told her about how he invited me out Friday, but I couldn't go (because my family threw a suprise party for Cristina). He then asked if it would be alright if I could go out that night. I think Cristina was more excited than I was, as she told him in too-fast-to-understand in Spanish I would love to go, and she would drop me off around 7.
Apparently my school is the cenetr point between where all of my new friends live, so they tend to meet up there. We met up with Ana, and Sonsoles, bought snacks, then went to Ana's house to watch movies. On the way, they told me there were certain phrases that every teenager needs to know. The ones that I remember are; "Que fuerte" (oh my god) "Que asco" (what a disaster) "Qui mono" (how cute).
Warning: All spelling and translation are not definite
I had a really great time, we watched "The Devil Wears Prada" in Spanish (we couldn't get English subtitles to work) and then they told me everything I need to know about all the popular celebrities in Spain. I was never one to care, even in the US, but a little bit of conforming won't kill me.
In the morning, Cristinita and I baked a huge brownie cake while blasting the "Hannah Montana Movie Soundtrack." She's 10, its fine. I'm 16 and knew most of the words...oh boy.
Speaking of bonding, Antonio and I had a breakthrough! Much like Forrest Gump, and lots of Chinese guys, we have found solace in Ping Pong, which has provided us with a good common interest. They have a Ping Pong table in their basement, and we're actually not that terrible at it!
Apparently, they don't have clothes dryers or fabric softener in Spain. Ouch. Clothes; once comfortable, now painfully dangerous.
Love,
Chloe
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