pues, entonces.

funny story.
So yesterday, while exhausted, and a bit overwelmed with the amount of spanish there is in the world, our host mother starts talking about the rest of the preshquitos and where they all live. We tell here that lisa lives very close and jackie lives far, all in pretty basic sentance structure. We tell her that we are a group of 35, but there's only one boy (somos trienta y cinco, y solo hay un chico) and she says, that she knows because one of her friends is kyle's host mom, and they were talking on the phone while we were sleeping. She also says kyle and one of the girls in the group were going out. That was news to Nina and I, so we filed it away to investigate. It seemed a bit early for a relationship, but maybe they were being subtle about it, we thought.

Then, anoche (last night) Nina and I were wandering around the commercial part of Cordoba and we ran into some more Preshquitos, including Kyle. And Kyle said that one of the first things his host mom had asked him was who his girlfriend was. And he was confused, because he does not have a novia, least of all un chica de prescho. It turns out Maribel, the lady that works for prescho and sets up the houses and stuff had been telling mentiras, chistes, etc to all the host moms. So now Kyle has to find Maribel and ask her exactly who it is he's going out with, because its news to him.

Maybe not that funny, but interesting none the less. It's good to know that the host mothers and prescho office people are all huge, well-intentioned, well-connected gossips.

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