The first morning I woke up here, in the house of my fam (too strange, I´m writing in eng with spanish grammer) I was like, great, here comes the Spanish again... And my mom here said, goodmorning Allyson! Do you like papaya? But it´s different word. I stood in the doorway thinking, I probably looked like Reid when you wake him up, until i realized what was going on. and I thought for a minute and it clicked, and I so NOOO!! I HATE papaya, tastes like barf to me, sorry for the lang. Oh well.
AND unlike my Mexican fam who served me a mountain of food for every meal, this one gives me plates of it to serve myself. And I have never heard the phrase that still haunts my nightmares since Mexico...."Come Allyson, Come." (EAT Allyson, EAT) I can acutally get hungry here, instead of feeling like I cannot move after every meal. Wow.
So, thanks to God, this family is perfect for me and completely amazing.
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