fin de semana

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Yesterday we went to this club at like 2:00 in the afternoon. It looked like some kind of ridiculous mtv place, huge and with open walls and part of the ceiling open to the outside, palm trees growing all over. So much fun. Wall to wall people, having drinks and loud music, some people dancing. It is the perfect way for me to party, in the middle of the day. I never want to go out at night because I get tired before we even go out, but this was early enough even for me. I met a bunch of Jorge's girlfriends and they were really cute and nice to me. Then we went to a one-year-old's birthday party, Jorge's friend's baby. I ate lots of chocolate things and cookies that I think were alfajor and cake. Then I went to this small group at the church I started attending. We met at the church and took a taxi to this girl's house. It was really good even though I didn't understand what was being said in the group. Only when I was talking to people one-on-one could I understand them. They all speak english a little, but they don't think they can. It got really late and I wanted to go home before everyone else, so they ALL left the house and walked me to a spot to take a taxi. I told this girl to ask the driver how much it would be. There are no meters in taxis here. Instead, you have to negotiate a price before you get in. Then I got in the taxi after kissing all 6 or 7 people, and we started driving. I didn't really know where we were, but it wasn't too far from the church, which isn't far at all from Jorge's house. I knew the main road and some other roads, but I've never taken a taxi alone and also don't have a very good sense of direction in general. So we're on the right road but I'm not exactly sure where we are, when the driver tries to ask me something. But I don't know what he's saying. How am I supposed to know. Do I look like I speak Spanish? So I told him I can't speak Spanish and I don't know what he wants (in spanish). But I told him the landmarks and the road I wanted and everything looked kind of familiar but also kind of wrong. I had this moment of total panic before I realized that we were just going the wrong direction. So we just turned around and were soon home where I tried to remember how to say "left." We had a few laughs, that taxi driver and me. Also yesterday for the first time I saw a guy on a roadbike and got such a pang. I miss my bike. I love my bike. Thursday and Friday my two classmates didn't show up so I had a private lesson. I want her to be my best friend anyway, so it worked out. Thursday we kind of had a regular lesson but Friday we just talked in Spanish about random things for two hours. It was so much fun and made me feel like I'm on the brink of learning Spanish. Even though whenever I didn't know a word I just said it in English and she gave it to me in Spanish. Which unfortunately does not happen in real life.