Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Quiero leche condensado

January 13th, Sucre Bolivia

Mornings are pretty much a write off as we are only up by 12:30 pm. Back to school today, I am really enjoying the classes and actually feel a lot more confident. At the end of today's class, we ate some local fruit and were asked to describe it in Spanish. I've never heard of some of these but one of them is a cactus fruit called 'tuna'. It's got a green spiky skin which you remove and the actual fruit has a lot of seeds. I didn't particularly like it. The other one is called 'tumba' which looks gross and tastes sour, but I really liked it. We have a new boy in our class, he's at our hostel (friends with the American girl) from Holland and is flamboyantly gay, a new personality to chat with for 4 hours daily!

After class, we got back to the hostel and into our usual seats on the patio playing cards. We're all addicted and play games like uno and rummy for HOURS on end, never getting bored. I think it's a traveller thing. While playing, 2 Brazillian girls said they were going to the plaza to dance. So we thought maybe we should go watch them and started calling everyone else. Soon we were a group of 20-25 people. Turns out they weren't going to dance, but do a quick jig for a friends blog. The kind where you record a short video of you dancing madly for a couple of seconds everywhere you travel. So we were all very excited to learn that we were going to be in this video!

Spirits high, we walked to the main plaza drinking our beer out of plastic bottles and cups. Now the song - I couldn't stop laughing when I heard what it was going to be. It goes like this:

Quiero leche!
Quiero leche!
Quieri leche condensado!

Which means:

I want milk
I want milk
I want condensed milk!

So they turned on the camera and all 25 of us screamed out the song while dancing and jumping and running around like mad for about 30 seconds! I am waiting for her to send me the video, but I do have a bad picture of part of the group. After our performance, which by the way no one in the square really even cared to inquire about, we went to grab a drink. Unfortunately the restaurant was a bit low key so the group began dispersing.

I tried out my Portuguese which is quite bad, but enough to have fun conversations nonetheless. I did note that I was almost playing the role of the translater between the English speaking and Portuguese. I also noticed that I've begun using Spanish words which I didn't know previously, so I think that my lessons are working, though they are pushing my hard learned Portuguese out of my head.

After a few drinks at the 2 restaurants, we returned to the hostel where everyone was hanging out chatting and just having a good time. Chatted with a bunch from Germany, a couple from Argentina till I finally called it a night at about 2 am. The good thing about this hostel partying is that I can leave whenever I want to, and Bernie can stay till the very end like he likes, and everyone gets what they want!

Tuna

Tuna and tumba

The group ready to dance in the main plaza

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