Thursday, May 7, 2009

Cinco de Mayo

Have you ever had an experience where you are learning a new language and then one day all of a sudden you can understand 100% of what your language teacher just said? Or you carry on a conversation with someone in the language you're learning and you suddenly realize you're speaking as if this new language was your native tongue? Yeah, me neither. I did have quite the opposite experience though this week. My friend Jenny served a mission in Chile and one of the Chilean Elder's she knew just moved to Provo to learn English. With alacrity I accompanied Jenny on her visit with Elder Mora and got to sit and listen to them speak Spanish. I took Spanish 1 in Jr. High so with that background and what I could gather from their facial expressions, and what I picked up from listening to the Spanish radio station on my way to Provo, I understood about 25% of their conversation. I thought it was really cool to be so out of my element. Poor Elder Mora probably has that experience everyday living in a country who's language he doesn't speak.

We visited him on Cinco de Mayo (which he didn't care about because they don't celebrate it in Chile) and then we went to a Cinco de Mayo party. We came a little late and missed the eggs-full-of-confetti smashing fun but we enjoyed ourselves anyway. In order to avoid any ennui (prounounced ahn-way) amongst my readers I will include pictures of how cool Jenny and I looked at our Cinco de Mayo party. In fact, we were so cool that one of the guys we met there was telling us we HAVE to come to his late-Cinco de Mayo party next week because we're so fun and festive.

I homemade these sombrero's. I found the hat at the dollar store and stapled fabric to it. I also homemade the tiny maracca's you see us holding.

Jenny is really feeling the rhythm of those maracca's.



4 comments:

Stefanie Elyse said...

Hey! Your friend Jenny is in my ward. I think we are friends. She teaches history to delinquents, right? Yeah, she is cool :) And Abby, YOU are totally cool!

Jenny said...

Ennui, Abby?? Reading your blog makes me laugh AND prepares me for the GRE! What could be better? Oh, and I'm going to go have a chat with Stefanie about her "I think we're friends" comment. Rude-y pants.

Andy Porter said...

very cool sombreros. you are so clever!

Valerie said...

Abby, you look like a real Mexican. I took a double take to make sure that was really you in the pictures.

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