Happy Thanksgiving! It’s been a while since I’ve written, so I’ll do my best to catch everyone up. This will also be a test of my own memory.
Last Friday, we went out for dinner to celebrate the back-to-back birthday’s of Sherrill and Ginita (who are now 78 and 22 respectively) with Luzma and mom Gina. We ate at the same restaurant we had visited for our welcoming dinner roughly three months ago, and I was startled by how much my Spanish comprehension has improved since then. I ate until I couldn’t, and then was peer-pressured into eating some more.
On Thanksgiving, I took a bus to Tuxtla to eat KFC at the mall; this was as close to a traditional American Thanksgiving dinner as I could find. It was here I discovered that the KFC slogan, “finger-licking good” has been translated into Spanish as “para chuparse los dedos”, which, when translated back to English literally means “to suck the fingers”. I don’t like this. Later, I was able to video-chat with everyone at my family’s Thanksgiving celebration, which was nice, though it was a bit overwhelming to be passed back and forth amongst so many people. I am continuously thankful that despite the ostensible distance, my family and friends are never more than a phone-call away.
Yesterday, I was talked into attending the 21st annual International Marimba Festival. I’ve developed tinnitus over the past year and a half (probably from making music on my computer and going to lots of concerts), so I try to avoid places with loud music, but Luzma was insistent. We walked to a neighborhood I hadn’t yet visited, climbing a big hill to find ourselves in a recently restored Church wherein a concert titled “Avant-Garde and Microtonal Marimba” was taking place with damn-near the entire town in attendance. My host parents were there, the women from the cultural center where Tayde and I hold Reading Club were there, the girl I went on a date with two weeks ago and then ghosted (it was mutual) was there; everyone. After some sick microtonal jams, a second band played (the same one that had played for Sherrill’s class at the marimba museum), then Luzma and I got tostadas and I headed home.
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