It’s been a lazy
rainy day here, so what better way to spend it than with my online public diary
forum? Last night, after meeting
out all together, the group was heading home via the metro. It was then that Leah had a guy and a
girl approach her and tell her that they would serenade her. Before she had time to say anything (I
mean, what was there to say?) The
girl broke out into song. The rest
of us stood around awkwardly as we watched the performance take place. After a round of applause, we met the
other people who were with the group.
They were both
Spanish and Italian who were studying with the program Erasmus that included
University students from all over Europe.
They explained they were heading to a birthday party, to which they
eagerly extended the invitation to all of us. Well, the next stop was ours, but as we were all
deliberating, the doors were closing.
I tried to use my Spiderman-like reflexes but to no avail. The Spanitalians cheered, hoping
this meant we would go with them. Okay. We had to
reach a game-time decision on hanging out with the group of study abroaders
from abroad. Checklist: Were these
people our age? Check. Was there an equal number of boys and girls? Check. Did we have safety in numbers?
Check. Did we know exactly where
we were? Check. Were we dressed for a party? Not quite. But do you only live
once? Check. Done deal! So the grupo
de Americanos went to the extranjero’s birthday fiesta.
We met people from
all over that were participating in this program—England, Italy, Spain, Sweden… I think it is really amazing how
we all came from places with prospective languages, but that we were all able
to converse in Spanish! I was
enjoying meeting everyone, and have learned that all Europeans associate three
central things with America: 1) New York 2) Disney World 3) Hamburgers.
God Bless America. This was
pretty interesting coming from people who wear the American flag on their
clothes like it’s going out of style.
Better yet, they wear the American flag like it actually is a style. I am all about patriotism… but it is strange to see it from
people who do not even live in your country, and only know the apparent three
cardinal rules of Americanism.
I was just getting
into a heated debate with a boy from England over “chips” and “crisps” when we
heard pound pound “Policia!” To my amazement, upon the
arrival of the cops everyone cheered. As in, a celebration. As in, they rejoiced in the arrival of
authorities. Why? Because according to them, “Ahora es
una fiesta!” Now it’s a party! Oh
Europe you have surprised me again.
Apparently, they always get in trouble for music and the police do not
do much of anything other than make their presence known. Turn the music dial down and todo está bien. It was at that point though that we decided it was getting
late and time to head back. One of
the Italian gentlemen said that Cinderella had to go home. We all know my Disney obsession, and
this Italian boy just called me Cinderella. Swoon. As they walked all of us outside, a few tried to dance with
us while we waited.
When I pointed out that there was no music, they began to sing. That was really happening. We were dancing on the side of the
street. Double swoon. My group and I piled into the taxi and
said ciao!
So all in all, thanks to the metro, we ended
up making some new friends, and I got out of it a new name. (Karli
proved to be difficult for some reason, so I was dubbed “Carolina” …good times
never seemed so good… so good, SO GOOD!)
Ahem, but you may call me Cinderella.
"Cinderella," you deserve to feel that way!
ReplyDeleteSounds like there are some candidates for
Prince Charming.