OMG I just have to say: Every time I get back for the night, the first thing my host mom says to me is “Que tal su día? Esteis cansadita (How was your day? You must be tired!)” and I know its said out of a kind and caring place, but it comes across as condescending and gets on my nerves, to the point where I flat out will say “Nope!” and give her a big, energetic grin to really prove it. It feels like a statement more than a question; like her thinking through the events of my day, taking a look at me- I must just naturally look tired- and concluding that there’s no way the person standing in front of her could have survived a day like that without ending up weary. Like thanks Cristina, but its going to take more than a 30 minute metro ride, a few hours helping kids with math or science or photography or piano lessons, and a 45 minute walk back accompanied by some banger music to break me down like that.
