Thursday, February 11, 2010

Mistranslation at its Finest

So my hostmom has had tendinitis in her shoulder and her arm has basically been immobile for a few days. Its been kind of awkward as result. When she cooked me dinner these past few nights her niece or son have come over and she instructs them on how to make everything while she hovers over their shoulder in the tiny kitchen. Then the other night I made a little sling for her out of one of her scarfs. It was pretty fashionable and I think my Response to Emergencies instructor would have been proud.

One night in particular, around 8, I was about to head into the kitchen and she was seated at the table in the living room working on her laptop with her back turned to me. As I was walking by I thought she asked me to in Spanish to massage her shoulders. I thought it was kind of weird, but I though ok whatever, she is really nice so no big deal. When I go to and grab her shoulders she lets out this horrormovie style shriek. I guess what she really said was that she was going to go get a massage the next day. In summary I was really embarrassed and flustered, then I announced I was going to bed. It was only 8... I usually go to bed at 12.

We end up having a good laugh about it at dinner a couple of days later. So I guess she doesn't think I am super wierd or trying to strangle her.

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