Talking with Gustavo.

So today, I don't have class until 3:50, so I slept in and had a lot of time to do whatever before I would get on the Micro to go to my Spanish 2 class. I went down stairs, and my host mom was making empanadas, it's interesting because she makes and sells them, but we've never had them for a meal in my house. She took them to the market, and said she made this broccoli casserol thing for us for lunch though. I tried it but it was not very good actually, and when Gustavo came home he said to me, "I don't like what my mom made." I found out he doesn't like it, and neither does his girlfriend Valentina, and he asked if I liked it, and I said not especially...So we made chicken nuggets, and we both stomached down a helping of the casserol for mom's sake. It was funny because I asked him if no one likes it here, why does she make it? He said she said because this isn't a restaurant, and we must eat what she makes. How classic is that? The way he imitated her was hilar. The times when I'm able to have discussions with my host brother are my favorite because I feel I'm less of an outsider. I'm really happy with the host family I have.