So, yesterday, I was helping my host mother cook, probably being a hinderance, but oh well, and she just randomly says that "we should make a cake". She went to closet, starting getting out ingredients and we quite literally just baked a cake then. From scratch. Because why not?
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That hand right there, that'y my host mothers.
Quite literally the hand that feeds me. |
But what she didn't tell me was that the cake was for today, not yesterday, for the visitors that we are having, so I can't eat it until after dinner today (just kill me with anticipation, please).
I also went around and bought another scarf today, as well as a shirt. (That's a big step forward.)
Maybe someday I'll move up to pants. Or maybe even jackets. Possibly even some collared shirts.
Who knows?
The possibilities are not endless, but certainly plentiful.
Otherwise, I haven't done anything really. That's pretty much it for the last 48 hours.
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| So soft. You don't even know. |
Oh. Except I met my intercambio, kind of. Via Skype. Tomorrow her cousin/sister (I totally forget and it's only been a few hours since we had this conversation, I feel bad but this is a wonderful example of some typical Nick memory), herself and I are going to go out and do something. Not sure to where or for what. So we'll see.
No idea as to what I'm in for.
(As is my usual methodology for everything.)
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