Quick post here just to remember this moment-
My youngest host brother, Pablo, had a friend over last night / today. I'm in my room casually skyping Keith when my door flies open (Pablo likes to be my little buddy some days and hang out in my room with me, so I've learned if I don't want any unexpected visitors I need to lock my door). In walks Pablo and yells down the hall to his friend that is spending the night, "¡Mira! Aquí está la chica americana que vive con nosotros." He then shut my door and walked away. Translation: Look! Here's the amarican girl who lives with us.
I'm like an animal in the zoo. I'm on exhibit for all of these Spaniards to enjoy and laugh at. It's epic.
And then today when I woke up it was like WWIII in my house. I'm sleeping and wake up to screaming and doors slamming and (clearly) there is no hope of me sleeping any longer so I walk out of my room and there's children running and screaming and nerf guns all over the place and foam bullets flying and suction cup arrows and bows being shot and stuck to doors. They made me walk from my room to the living room with my hands up over my head "or-else they'd shoot me"...
Help xD
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