Lost in Translation

On Wed, I completely forgot about my decision to go to the gym with Gladis at 6am and so Gladis came to my house and woke me up at 6:05am and we were out the door in record time at 6:10am. We took an aerobics class together, but I had a hard time keeping up with the over enthusiastic aerobics instructor. I like to blame it on the altitude, but honestly, I think I'm just out of shape. If I really want a workout, I can just join Astrid at Sunday mass instead. The stand up, kneel downs are enough for me.

Later that day, Gladis and I discussed our usual random topics. I explained how I wanted to find a dirt path nearby to run on instead of taking another aerobics class. I told her how the dirt road is better for the knees. However, instead of using the word "rudillos" for knees, I kept saying "rubios" for blondes. Gladis heard me say that dirt roads are better for the blondes. She responded with,"There are no blondes in Guatemala". I followed with, "How can there be no knees in Guatemala". Eventually, we sorted it out.

By the way, if you are interested in learning more about where I am learning Spanish, I just found their website. I hadn't planned on studying here, but it has worked out well for me in the end. www.elmundoenespanol.org

Yesterday, Emma, Rachel and I took a salsa class together. SalsaRosa taught us all the basic moves and then some in 50 minutes. I'm now ready to hit the dance floor again with my green-haired friend.