Awkward Cosas

Awkward Cosas.
Someone once told me that there isn't a Spanish equivalent for the word "awkward." I'm sure there's some sort of word that means just about the same thing, but 1.) I'm too lazy to figure it out and 2.) it just wouldn't capture the true meaning of the word in all its glory.

Nothing necessarily life changing has happened since Morocco, but the more I live here the more I realize how many awkward every day things happen to me on a regular basis. So here's what my life has been like from time to time:

First of all, the henna tattoo I talked about in my last post is still lingering on my hand and it will not come off and it's so.ugly. 

Some mornings I wake up and I'm like "YES I LOVE SPANISH I NEVER WANT TO SPEAK ENGLISH AGAIN!!" But others I wake up and I'm like "Ughhhhhhh I SUCK woe is me." So it's a pretty decent mix of feeling like I'm getting better but still struggling. So, what I do most of the time when I don't know what's going on is just nod my head and smile and say "sííí," which is my go to answer for everything and I know a day will come when that's definitely not what I should have said but I'll deal with that when I get to it.

I went to the grocery store the other day to buy nail polish remover, chocolate, and cooking wine. The first 2 for me and the wine for my host mom since she asked me to. When I got back to the house she asked if it cost me a lot and I promptly responded "No no! Fue muy borracho!" Which, for any of you who don't know Spanish, means "No! It was really drunk!" She looked wicked confused and then I realized what I said and was like "ummm barrato..." which is the correct word for cheap. Whyyyyyyy..

She also walked in to my room the other day while I was watching the Bachelor (can't stop won't stop) and Juan Pablo happened to be making out with one of the girls and she just started laughing and asked if it was an American movie. Stupid U.S. trashy TV shows...

It's a daily struggle to turn down bread, especially at home. I feel like if I say no all of Spain is judging me, and I also love fresh bread so much but the carbs are killlllin me. "No quieres pan?" The dreaded question when I have to try to explain myself. But I've been getting better at saying no..one day I'll be bread free for 24 hours; mark my words.

When I was trying to buy a Spanish phone a couple weeks ago, the saleslady was not having it when I accidentally knocked over the phone advertisement sign and butchered my spanish trying to apologize. For some reason I keep doing stuff like that and I've decided to give up on being graceful whatsoever. Katie and Corinne if you're reading this, you guys can definitely attest.

The barista at Starbucks spelled my name as "Mali" on my cup, which was impressive considering I've pretty much just accepted the fact that my name will forever be pronounced as "Moley" while I'm here or in any other Spanish speaking country. Totally used to it.

I have a pretty long list of other moments when I've acted muy estúpida but hey who doesn't have weird times when they're in a foreign country? All part of the beauty of it :)
This shout out is for the person that loves ice cream more than anyone else I know and who I never call by her real name. Missed you on Skype the other day, hope you're still awesome and I love you.

Si quieren leer más momentos que son "awkward" mientras estoy aquí, estoy segura que voy a documentarlos por Twitter! Mi nombre de usuario es mollieconant.
Gracias por leer; hasta pronto :)
Moll