they talk weird

my chilean mother has been wanting to go to mendoza, argentina for a while, and of course i've wanted to go with. she came into my room on tuesday to say that she was leaving on wednesday, and could i go? que lastima, i had a presentation in class that day, not to mention a 5 page paper to write, a spanish class on friday that i skipped the week before to go to buenos aires, and a guided tour of valparaiso on saturday. so obviously, i didn't go. i did, however, ask her if i could throw a halloween party for the gringos, and she said claro.

halloween is a weird imported american holiday here, and the children love it like any smart child should, but adults generally turn up their noses at it. we've done ok jobs of assimilating, but you can't be a 20 year old american and not want to dress up and be silly, so i invited all the kids over (and a few chileans, who never showed). i didn't realized that the kids in our little townhouse development were going trick or treating, but i was happy that for the first time in my life i was on the other side of "dulces o travesuras", handing out the candy. it made me feel like an adult. however, i gave away too many and soon we were only left with cookies covered in nutella to give to the kiddies.

one little girl approached our door with her father and i explained to her, in spanish, that we didn't have candy but we had cookies. she was very cautious, picked one up and put it down, asking her dad what it was. we explained they were just chocolate cookies, and she backed away from us and stared at her father, asking, "papi, they talk funny!"
hahah!
i told her that it was because we werent from chile, but she wasn't having it. she looked thoroughly freaked out, and the dad looked thoroughly entertained by the crazy gringos still celebrating halloween.