I feel older.
And I feel like I should.
Studying abroad has taught me a lot more than the fact that gesso permanently stains pants and sometimes Dante puts popes in hell.
I've had to grow up more than I was expecting and it's really freakin' hard, man. I guess you could say it feels good? Like when you're really sore after working out, but you know it's because you're getting stronger....but at the same time you just want to lay in bed and take a nap and eat cookies & nutella all day?
This last weekend we went to Barcelona which was all kinds of amazing.
I was feeling really proud of myself for being able to navigate such a big city and semi-speak the language.
That is...until we went to freakin' Dunkin Donuts!
(Yeah, I dunno why Dunkin's in Spain either...)
And I don't why Dunkin Donuts had to be the location of my undoing.
I went up to the counter and ordered some sprinkled deliciousness and a coffee. (I SAID EXACTLY WHAT IT SAID ON THE BRIGHT, NEON SIGN ABOVE THE DONUT GIRL'S HEAD.)
She said, "Okay," but when she read me my total, it didn't have the coffee in it.
"Uhm...y cafe?"
And then she freakin' busts up laughing?
So I look at the sign, "Rosquilla y cafe - 2.50."
Look at her. (Still laughing.)
Back at the sign.
Back at her.
"Uhm..?"
Then she was mad and banged her hands on the counter, rolling her eyes, smacking her lips," What kind?! Black? Milk? Cappuccino?"
Woah. Woah. Woah.
"Coffee with milk."
And I hand her my money.
And she has to PUT HER HEAD DOWN BECAUSE SHE WAS LAUGHING SO HARD! (Again, I don't get why.)
She tries giving me my change, but practically falls over, from her cackling.
THEN her co-worker comes up to her and she proceeds to blatantly talk about me and then they BOTH bust up laughing.
And I'm just standing there.
And I think, holy crap! This ho is laughing at me TO MY FACE. I gotta say something. I can't just take this?! I'm a BIG GIRL NOW!
SHE WORKS AT A DONUT SHOP (one of the happiest places on earth) and SHE's laughing at ME?!
But then I realized she hadn't given me my coffee yet and I was afraid she was gonna spit in it from her obnoxious cackling.
So I waited.
And then I got too scared.
So when she handed it to me (still cracking up) I just took it.
And walked back to my table.
And cried.
I hate growing up.
haaahaha :)
ReplyDeletePoor Kelli - there will be a new Rabbit.Rabbit.Rabbit next month....do over.
ReplyDeleteOohh these moments are the worst. I had so many of them in my semester abroad, and I'm actually a little ashamed of myself for how few I have had here, because it's indicative of how little I have tried to put myself out there.. like, I actively avoid these situations, which is stupid because you cheat yourself out of the learning experience. I wrote myself a note about that...employing only the most glittering of prose: "BE BETTER." Oh, all right, thanks, self. I'll do that.
ReplyDeleteBut while you're sitting in bed with cookies and Nutella, take comfort in the fact that this totally has to make you a little stronger. <3