So, on Monday I went to a birthday party for a Spaniard named Abraham (odd, right?), and I had an absolute blast. Here's a brief recap of the event's most important moments:
Some new friends that I got to meet were from all over the world. I met people from the US, Costa Rica, Spain, and Australia. It was pretty amazing. Speaking of Australia, this leads us to fair dinkum. Evidently this phrase is very common in Australia. It was given to us by our friend Rosie, and as far as I could translate, it means something similary to "seriously" or "for real." I am definitely going to use that phrase. And it will confuse people. Rosie also explained to us how in some cases the term "dead horse" can mean "ketchup." Another highlight was the Spaniards I met named Johnny and Abraham. Odd names for Spaniards, right? Well, topping them is a Spanish guy named Jonathan who has long, natural red hair and speaks no English. Yeah. Johnny was especially cool, and I got to speak with him for a while about music. And what does every good birthday party have? CAKE! There were 3 different kinds of cake at this party, but my favorite had a graham-cracker base with whipped cream, fruit, and what appeared to be jello in it. Sounds odd, but, like all of the other unusual things at this party, it was great.
Good food, good times. For me, these two are almost always linked, and Monday was no exception. Who knows, maybe I can even develop an Australian accent from what I learn from Rosie?
I remain yours (fair dinkum),
tJt
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