Back to work again. It’s funny that even though I’ve been gone for a week, it feels like I never left. Of course, I worked here during high school, and after four years it feels like I never left. It’s a higher position, with different responsibilities and whatnot, but you get the idea. I just got back and I can’t wait for a day off.
My girlfriend Milca is originally from Argentina. She and her family moved here when she was very young, and a lot of her family still lives there. Her mother and brother still live here, but her father moved back. He has been visiting since June or so, along with Milca’s mom’s mom (who only speaks spanish). They are leaving monday, so we are likely going over for dinner tonight (and tomorrow) to spend as much time with them as possible. Milca’s dad, Janek, is awesome. He speaks pretty good english, so we can communicate very well. I sometimes get the impression that he wants to tell me something, or ask me something, but never does. Milca’s grandmother, Nieves, speaks to me in spanish (I don’t speak it, but I’m taking classes now) constantly, but I don’t know what the hell she’s talking about. With similar tones and meter she has talked shit, made insults, or asked for water. I’m hoping that I can understand her soon, as I want to know if any of those insults are coming my way. My favorite part is that when we sit at the table for dinner, she will demand that everyone speaks in spanish, because she thinks people are talking about her. Most times we are…