Hi! Hi! Where do you live? Up the hill. No where exactly? Near Esthma's ducan. Where? Right next door. On the left? Yes. Oh, come in! Thanks, I can't. Why not? I need to go home. Why? To talk to my parents in America. (always gets me out of doing things, sorry parents) How? On the computer. You have internet in your house? Yes. Do you have a computer or a laptop? Laptop. How much did it cost? 200 dollars. Oh, come in. No thanks, goodbye. Goodbye.
Hope you could follow that. Anyway that was with a random woman on the street. Imagine a stranger yelling at you as you walk down the street and then asking you these questions. The funny thing is, I have been home for a half an hour now, and it just hit me that at one point i would have considered this invasive and/or strange. Now i didn't even notice, it's totally cool. She was really nice; if she invites me in again (and if i remember who she was) i'll probably stop in.
3 comments:
So you remember who she is because she was randomly nice to you? People in America could only be so lucky. Great to hear that you are really starting to fit in over there. Probably makes it a better experience.
Yet another great story about your neighborhood. Nothing sinister behind that woman coming out to speak to you, and inviting you into her home...how refreshing!
Just been catching up on your blog. I've never blogged before. I feel like I'm getting hipper! You are a brave young lady. I loved the videos of the children wanting you to come out to play. I find all this very interesting!
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