A FREE salsa and guacamole cooking class? Uhh count me in.
A waiting list? This must be legit. Put me on it.
YES I’M IN! And only 30 minutes before it starts? Better rush over there.
First one here means I’m the coolest, right? Ha ha ha….
Ok really this was supposed to start five minutes ago and I’m the only one in this kitchen send help.
Ok Josie breath you’ve been waiting all week for this. Give everyone a few more minutes.
See? People are starting to file in now.
Wait am I the only American? Yep. I am. That explains why everyone was late.
Oh I hear some Spanish! Join the conversation Josie JOIN IT!
This is an abridged version of the thoughts running through my head before I met some of the coolest people. While a tapatío (someone from Guadalajara, MX) taught us the right way to make salsa and guac, I acquainted myself with some Colombians.
Throughout the month I begin to integrate myself into the gnarly group of international students. Before I know it, I’m singing “Feliz Cumpleaños,” “Happy Birthday,” “Alles Gute zum Geburtstag,” and “생일 축하해” to Alexander on his birthday with my new friends from 4 continents.
Long story short, I suppose, is that I’m so grateful I jumped into an experience knowing nobody. Walking into an “international event” solo is intimidating, I’m not gonna lie. But I was forced to communicate with others when I would normally stick to my own little bubble of comfort. So I’m gonna give myself a little pat on the back for this one.