Grapefruits? and Spanish Lessons

I've had an eventful Tuesday here in my new home town. After crying over the pathetic grammatic ability of my third graders, I scooped up the remnant of writing practices and math classwork and headed home. On my way down the sidewalk, my roomate and I spotted two very entreprenurial young girls selling fruit at their entry gate. Their table was cute, and their English was a lot better than my Spanish. After talking to them about their schools, and being explained exactly what everything was, I pulled out two pesos, and bought what I think is a grapefruit (nevermind the fact that I have a tree full of them in my own back yard).

I had already decided that later on I wanted to go to a taco stand called Daniel's to get supper, but it doesn't open 'til around 9pm. In the meanwhile, I grabbed some peanut butter, jelly, and the last two tortillas in my refrigerator (i'm out of bread and too lazy to walk to the grocery). A few minutes later, there was a ring at our gate, and one of my roomates saw a couple of little girls standing there. I had my keys with me, so I sprinted out to see what they needed. It was the same duo, and they wanted to tell me that my (grapefruit?) was not to be eaten. I'm supposed to drink it with sugar. I thanked them of course. It was adorable.

Okay, maybe my afternoon wasn't as eventful. I actually took a long nap a little while later. When I woke up, everyone else had already eaten supper, and I didn't want to walk to Daniel's alone. One of the girls really wanted to go to the bakery before it closed though to get something sweet. I was wide awake, and ready. We got there, and deliberated over the tiny pies, the eclairs, the enormous slices of cake, and whatever else we beheld. As we were ordering, we were approached by a college aged guy asking us if we were shopping. Actually, we found out that he was asking if we were exchange students. Why, you ask? He wanted to study English of course (aka -wants an American girlfriend).

We actually had quite a conversation with he and his mother (yes, his mother). Of course we declined our services due to our completely inept inderstanding of the language, and our lack of necessity for a college-aged boyfriend. We did end up taking his number, and telling him that if we knew anyone that could teach him, we would have them call him.