this whole homestay thing takes some getting used to. for instance, the other day i drag myself out of bed, stumble out into the hallway, and pretend not to notice my host senora leaning out the window and hanging my clothes out to dry for all the world to see.
she pulls herself back in and tries to make conversation while holding my underwear in some type of death grip. i kinda wanted to grab it out of her hands and run away, or at least try to explain my apparent lack of taste.
but instead i said good morning, avoided eye contact, and quickly wandered away.
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