Well as someone told me, my life is not normal here. It's a little more crazy, highly memorable and in the end always funny. So buckle up ladies and gentlemen. The funny stories are about to roll like wheels on a bus.
It starts with the other day, in which I thought my Chilean host, Lorena, was asking to use my balsamic vinegar that I had brought back from Argentina. I thought she wanted to use it to cook with, so I gave it to her. She looked at the bottle for a moment, then at me. She seemed a tad confused and asked again for "balsamo" to which I said "Si" with assurance. I was a little too confident. Needless to say, I thought she wanted the balsamic or "balsamico" which is very similar to hair conditioner or "balsamo." Yep, I tried to give her balsamic vinegar for hair conditioner. If you didn't know it works wonders for the scalp. So embarrassing, but definitely funny after the fact.
Hopefully I haven't bored you to death, but if you are. You can join me for a nap on the bus ride home. It's a great place to snooze after you pulled an all-nighter to finish papers, projects and presentations. It was a rough night and a full day of classes. I tried so hard to keep my eyes open all day long, but I just couldn't help it at times. Finally the time came where I was able to head home to eat and sleep. I slept a little too soon. The consequence of falling asleep on the bus ride home was that I missed my bus stop. When I woke up I had no clue where I was in relation to my house. I tried to play it cool, thinking the bus would surely double-back at my stop, so I'd just wait patiently.
Little did I know, this was the last run for my bus driver. As we pulled into the bus depot, he asked me where I needed to go. After telling him that Miraflores was my stop and I missed it because I was sleeping, he couldn't stop the laughter. Thankfully there was another bus driver about to start his route, but I definitely had to make the walk of shame out of the bus and across the way to the new bus. Along the way, I received several whistles, laughs and cheers for my humiliating situation.
The jokes kept coming once I waited for the new bus driver to get the heck out of there, which I didn't even know where the heck out of there was. My new bus driver was laughing as well and asked if any of his buddies standing outside wanted to ride with the "gringa" or wanted my number. Let's just say I am infamous there now. So what usually is a 25-30 minute bus ride to get home, it took me a whopping one and a half hours. Not kidding you, when I got home and they opened the door I collapsed on the floor in relief and laughter. I was scared spit less when I woke up with no clue as to where I was, changed buses in the sketchiest of places and frustrated with an hour and half bus ride home, but I can laugh about it all now. Certainly funny after the fact.
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