Today I felt... incompetent. It all began when we somehow managed to sleep through breakfast, again. Since this is the one meal that is included with the cost of our hostel, it seems reckless and inadvisable to miss it. Even more so when you miss it several times a week.
Missing breakfast meant that I had to shower and get dressed while my stomach rumbled and my mood rapidly soured. When I finally managed to struggle into some clothes and head out in search of food, the strong breeze blew my skirt (wrap-around style) apart, and I unintentionally flashed a group of disgruntled parking attendants. Great. Now I'll have to take the long way around the block from now on.
After finally consuming a wholly unsatisfying burnt pizza and an equally burnt cup of coffee, I returned to the hostel for the better part of the afternoon, where I wrestled with this f****ing blog and played ping-pong with Pat in the communal kitchen. It was a deeply productive afternoon.
At dinner, the waiter scolded me for inserting an English phrase into my halting attempt at Spanish, saying: "Do you mind speaking Spanish, because I really think you need to learn it." Of course he said this in flawless English, which made me feel like the world's most inarticulate person and threw my qualifications to teach into sharp relief, temporarily sinking me into a desperate pit of doubt and despair. Maybe I should devise a way to get paid for studying instead.
Always seeking new learning opportunities, I suggested we catch a movie en Espanol after dinner. Of course, the local movie theater was only playing American movies, dubbed over. As a result, I spent a good two hours with "Iron Man 2" watching really bad acting, bolstered by a weak plot line rendered decidedly incompressible by the rapid Spanish dialogue. I left feeling confused, slightly disturbed, and very incompetent. I hope tomorrow is a better day! Como se dice "hope", otra vez...
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