Two of my roommate left yesterday afternoon for a trip, leaving just Marvy (my Turkish roommate) and me. So now my room is actually somewhat quiet for my other two roommies are very loud. Marvy made dinner tonight and asked me if I wanted some. (meaning I’m having some. If someone offers you food it’s not really so much as an offer as a command. If you don’t eat it you offend them.) She gave me a huge plate full of…well I don’t really know what it was…but it was the spiciest thing I have evvvver had! I was crying so hard and my nose was running but I was trying not to let me roommie see because I didn’t want to offend her and she seemed to have no problem with it. Granted, food I call spicy Dad or Tiff would probably disagree, but I think they would have met their match here. I told my roommate it was spicy and she nodded and said all food from her city is spicy. I tried at one point to get up to get something to drink other than water but I think my roommie thought I was leaving because she physically sat me down and was like “no. eat!” Well…that meal was well prayed over…I was praying through every bite! “God help me finish this!” “God help me keep this down.” Lol I finished and about 5 minutes later was in the bathroom throwing up…meh. At least all my sinuses are well cleared. My gut is still turning. Blah.
During the meal I saw Marvy put some stuff in a bag, and as I knew she was leaving tomorrow night, asked if she was packing. She didn’t know what packing was so I looked up the word in her dictionary. There was only the word “pack” so, without actually reading the definition, I pointed to it for her and handed the book back. Her eyes got super wide and she just started at me for a moment, then started reading out loud “Pack. A group of animals that move together.” She thought I was calling her an animal! Ops! Lol that took some explaining to clear up…
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