Today was supposed to be our "orientation" day, we set out this morning to get phones, figure out the metro, and just figure a little of our shize out.
After a few hours of blindly running around, asking three different security guards where to find the public defender's office (we went to three because we didn't understand any of them), and searching for wi-fi zones to use Google Maps, we finished up our errands. On to buy phones...
I was determined to get this done, how hard could it be, right? I marched into the Claro store, and decided to get the cheapest phones possible. The guy sat us down and started filling out the paperwork. He asked for something, and I had no clue of what he even said, and so I figured, "Oh, maybe we need to pay at this point." He saw me reaching for my wallet, and repeated super slowly, "NO, I just need your names."
Anna's mind goes: "Oh, well, I can do that..." Apparently not. I hadn't practiced my Spanish alphabet in a while, because I started spelling my last name for him. K as pronounced in English just means what or which in Spanish, and there's two of them in my last name, so he kept looking at me expectantly. My roommate nudged me at that point and whispered the correct pronounciation of k.
He asked for my ID at that point, and toodled along his merry way with a written version of my last name. Oh, gringa moments continue...
