Sitting at the airport for 8 hours, finishing postcards which won't get sent till the end of the month, watching Glee and chatting to randomly friendly men.
“So where are you from?”
Right in the middle of an episode here, “uh, El Salvador”
“Oh wow, me too!”
“Oh wow, me too!”
Which isn't so surprising in the States since roughly half our population are currently living here. Six hours and a greasy panini later, at the gate still watching Glee another man starts...
“Where are you headed?”
Sigh. “Guatemala”
“Oh, yo tambien. Sos Guatemalteca?”
“No, Salvadoreña”
“Oh, yo tambien. Sos Guatemalteca?”
“No, Salvadoreña”
“Pero vives en Guatemala? Donde?”
“En la ciudad”
“En la ciudad”
“Ah vives con tu esposo?” - This question always makes me laugh, but I should really start lying in response.
“Jaja, no”
“Pues yo vivo en la costa pero de vez en cuando voy a la ciudad, que tal si te doy una llamadita?”-
Eew, how old are you man? “No tengo telefono. Ademas me voy a El Salvador a vivir con mis abuelos.”
“Entonces tales nos vemos alli!”
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Hahahahhaa primaaaa! random guys hitting on you at the airport, eh? hahahahha que chistoso. espero que la pases bien con tu family. Saludos a la Inti y tu mami.
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