I´ll let you decide....
Today mi padre tells me, or I thought he
told me that, that I´d be going to go with a co-worker to one of the farms we
work with. I was fine with this as it would most likely be interesting
and something to do. But the co-worker I went with is kinda a crazy
man that I can´t understand very well; imagine a smaller, somewhat smarter, Tico version of Lenny from "Mice and Men". I´d also like to note that he carries a machete,
but I start walking with him up this steep, rocky mountain. We stop by his
house to meet his wife, no idea why.... Then we proceed to this other
place and he starts to brag about it and show me around. It is
supposedly another house of his that he has built, this is where my mind
travels to "Lovely Bones," if you haven´t seen it well... my brief summation of the book/movie would be far to drastic for the point of this blog. Bottomline, I begin to become axnxious regarding my vulnerability, as I´m in the middle of nowhere with this man a machete, and he is in
this fantasy house he´s built. There are also liquor bottles lining the
wall. I´m not gonna lie, I was real nervous. I was trying to be a
realistic, as he is most likely harmless and I trust that mi padre
wouldn¨t put me in the hands of a crazy. However, I had no idea why mi
padre would send me to see this place, we left at 8am and he said we would
return at 10am! There was no way in hell I was going to stay there. He
asked if I wanted coffee and I politely said I had a big breakfast and was full. At this time I´m still assuming we are going somewhere else and that mi padre had intended something different. I attemted to ask this question, but don´t think he fully understood.. He then began sharpening his macheteS, and I wish these were lies. Irrational
or not, I´d rather be crazy paranoid than dead. So I made nice
conversation and then asked if we could return early. Thankfully after a
short conversation he said that was fine...
Trust me when I say it was horribly uncomfortable, and not a
situation I want to be in again. But I´m back safe at ASOPROAAA,
and everything is fine. That is the story of the day.
UPDATE: In the Defense of Mi Padre y Carlos
So I asked mi padre why I went with Carlos today, and he said well Carlos asked you to go last week and YOU said YES and so he passed the message along to me. I responded by saying, well I didn't understand Carlos last week, in fact I never understand Carlos, as he is from el campo (What US Citzens might know as backwoods redneck) Mi padre also thought Carlos's wife was going to go with us, which didn't happen. I told mi padre that I felt uncomfortable around Carlos, and he understood and said if there is a next time he will make sure to let Carlos down easy.
Moral of the story, Carlos is probably a fine person, who is simply proud of his work. However, men should never take one girl to the middle of nowhere, and said girl should never agree to things she doesn't understand; whoops!
I will later post a more day-to-day update of my past week here. It will not be half as exciting, but will include a few funny tales.
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