What are the chances?!!!?...

So you folks back home are gonna love this one. This past weekend I had another great opportunity to pass time with my tutor, thank you Lord so much for Tomás, and his group of 20 ole boys. It was a trip made in seven cars full of Argentinos, and one lanky gringo slung in the back seat of a European hatchback. Destination: some frickin´place in the middle of who knows Motive: Play paintball Conclusion: Good lawd!!! For starters, throughout the ENTIRE day I didn´t understand a bloody thing, I´m talking about nothin!!! These boys speak so fast with so much slang, and obviously with a group that big the themes are complex and built up over time, it was impossible to follow anything. That´s all good though, that didn´t change the way a fired my gun, hahaha!!!, the yankee (their word for norteamericanos), pronounced "junkie" got his in the end. For starters we arrive through the backyard of some guy´s farm literally in the middle of this cornfield lookin´place with an old abandoned brick house as the centerpiece with two guys workin´this paintball "deal" out of the back of their pickups . There wasn´t really much of a road and considering the fact we were all in little hatchbacks, I wondered how in the hades are we gonna even do this. Nonetheless we get "kind of" parked, if you wanna call it that and head out for the extravaganza. The paintball experience was great and after 4, maybe 5 hours, only cost about 17 bucks for EVERYTHING, right on eh! Suddenly, and I mean out of nowhere these black clouds move in. It literally looked like movie twister. I´ve never seen clouds that black move in the fast and completely take over a crystal clear blue sky in just a few minutes, it was so wild, almost like the apocalypse or something. Well, we decide to end it obviously and start paying our tabs. Ya´ll, here´s where it gets good. The bottom falls out like a monsoon in the middle of some African plain. Sheets and buckets and wind like you wouldn´t believe. A hurricane on land you could call it. The catch is, we have our seven little hatchbacks plus the other peoples cars playing hangin out in this super soft field mud. Every last single one of them, due to this monstrosity of water, was sunk up like a joker. Are their two trucks here, no. Tractors possibly, no. Then how are you gonna get some 10 odd cars out of this swamp in the middle of podunkville back to dry land..........with a WHOLE LOT of manpower. It literally took all the guys pushin and rockin´every single car and pushing almost all the way out of the field back to the road. WHAT AN EXPERIENCE!!! I´m not one to use cuss words that often but I´m here to tell that day I took on the mind of a sailor. Eventually everybody settled in and it became one big joke that nobody could believe and praise the Lord we all made it back home with our adrenaline crash and slept like babies. Change of subject. Last night was a real epiphany for me, so wild. I was takin´it easy with Tomás, once again, two of his friends and another girl in my program named Emily, from New Jersey, this girl dominates Spanish (essentially the only other yankee I pass time with) and Portugues, LUCKEEE!!!! Nonetheless, this experience from a Castellano perspective was completely the opposite from the Sunday playing paintball. Somehow I just "tuned" and got caught up in the mix. A couple points throughout the evening "I realized", wait uh´minute, I´m communicating in Spanish, but I had not been aware of it until I conscientiously thought about. It was SOOOOO wild, but I savored everyminute it. I´m here to tell you, in a second language, its the small steps. A random story I know but very interesting, at least for the guy experiencing it. Final shout out goes to all the new folks who´ve left comments recently. I sure do enjoy them. Much love to my people. Time get back in "The Groove"