Finding Paradise: Rosario vs. Me (and the Paparazzi)

Today has been one hell after another...let me go ahead and start with that to get it out of the way! Whew, I feel better already.

So, I wake up this morning to my usual breakfast, bread...not toast...bread. But instead of the yummy jelly that is usually next to it, there is a version of Nutella, or so I thought. Actually, it was more like chocolate icing...thick chocolate icing. Not so great on bread in the morning, but I needed some comida (food)! As usual, the bread is gone in a matter of 45 minutes and my ass is hungry, so I walk to the store next to the school, which has the pleasant aroma of fish...I'm talking it smells like they mop the floor with aquarium water, but I digress. So at said fish store I buy a big ole can of Paprika Pringles. They are so good! I can't wait to polish off the can during the next class. Well, I get to the class and of course I share with everyone, especially those who also share with me. We are all pretty close in this class. Well, this one kid takes my chips and decides to be the personal lesion to FEMA and pass out my chips all over the damn class...Normally I would just laugh it off, but damn! Can my hungry ass get A chip before they are redistributed among the ranks by someone who didn't pay for them?

When I get home, already a bit pissy from the morning, I walk into the house to find a small old crone shrieking something slurred and Spanish at me. In my confusion I panic and look around to make sure I walked into the right house...I was so disoriented from the yelling that I couldn't see anything! I snap back to reality and look at her and say, (in Spanish) " I have no idea what you are saying." Finally I realize what is going on...she is the maid, and she is telling me (in tu command form) to not walk on the clean floor, and to wait outside until it dries...are you f-ing with me? First of all, the tu form? That is such bad manners! Second of all, I am not standing in the 104 degree heat while you mop the house! I tell her that I live here, and she keeps repeating for me not to walk on the floor! Finally I look that little hostile nugget square in the eye and tell her "I live here, and I am not waiting outside!" She got so mad, but my diva ass walked right through that hallway and had the best damn nap of my life!

Ok, now I know this is bad manners, and I know it is a little crass to talk about anyone, but I've got to...I won't mention names, but damn....this must be told. I'm not even mad at this person, it is just a funny situation, that needs to be joked about to make light of an awkward situation. So said person in our group loves to take photos...fine, take all the pictures you want. Take pictures of the scenery, take pictures with the group, hell if you want take a picture of me, but ask first! This guy hides his camera under his arm, holds it down so it looks like it is off, or stretches and snaps a shot. Now, he is no stranger to zooming in, or even walking by and snapping one. We all feel like the GD paparazzi are following us every where we go. Are you really taking candid photos of us??? It isn't even like it is a few for a good laugh. It is ALL THE TIME. I have watched this shit for the whole trip, and today...I cracked. I saw him take one of a girl in our class and I (kindly mind you) walked over to him, pulled him aside and said, "Hey bud, you may wanna stop doing that because a lot of people are getting mad that you take candid shots all the time." He straight up lied to me and said he hasn't been! Are you joking right now? Are you really lying? So diva came out once again and I simply said, "I've seen you do it! You need to stop!" Then, I walked my little ass back to the tour, and enjoyed the rest of the day! I even went to Guess and bought a pair of jeans I'd been eye'n for a few days. And I also impulse bought a black button down too. Go me!

BTW, there are no pictures from today yet, so I'm going to give you a tour of mi casa!

Disclaimer: Don't get pissy because I wrote about that. I like everyone in our class, but c'mon, that had to be told!