Torpe=Klutz

I learned a bit more about my fellow classmates today in school.

In our number (7) there is a professional poker player, a subway train conductor, a business major, an event organizer, a dancer (didn't catch which type), a student and then me. We are learning the past tense and reflexive verbs at the moment. I've been coming home the past two days, taking a huge nap, and then studying to catch up. I asked my SECOND question in past tense, and explained to my host madre in past tense that I'd taken a shower, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth and put on my PJ's. She wanted to know what the big deal was about...

I've been very cautious so far (not venturing outside after... 4 pm) partially due to laziness, exhaustion and a feeling of being linguistically overwhelmed. It's nice just getting to know my family and surroundings during the day, taking things one step at a time. I've staked out ten different book stores I will happily spend several hours inside. Anti-socialness has a time and a place on a gap year.

After knocking over the water jug, tripping up the stairs, banging my head against the doorframe of the kitchen and spilling my water glass at dinner, I learned the word for klutz in spanish... Torpe.

Soy torpe. Another major learning experience was figuring out that if I speak in french with a spanish accent, people UNDERSTAND ME. Mostly because it sounds like catalan, but it reminded me of my english-french cheating. I was told spanish was an easy language. If I have it mastered in two weeks, sure, but the way things are looking it might take three.

I bluff. Updates will be provided on how many things I break due to my torpe ways and grammar rules I smash in the process of explaining. Tomorrow, Picasso!