This morning, I was walking into class, and Raquel (the director of the program) was waiting at the door to the convent. Because the other Anna in the program and I are the only students who have a complicated schedule, we don't have time for lunch and we're rushing between classes most of the time at opposite ends of Antigua. So Raquel says, “Chicas, cuando caminan como este, van perder peso.” “Girls, you're going to lose peso with all this walking.” Peso means weight, but for some reason all I could think about was peso, the Mexican currency. I just stared at her, I'm sure looking like a moron, and all I could think about was it as the money. “But why would I lose pesos? I've never even BEEN to Mexico, I don't have pesos, how would I lose them?” Thank GOD or blind luck, I just happened to NOT speak, and did not voice these thoughts out loud. Raquel obviously saw that I was confused because she goes, “Peso – weight?” I'm pretty sure my mouth snapped shut at that point, and we just continued on inside.
Ahhhhh, and my education continues...
