Perdido en traducción

E: Hola. Hablas español?
M: Un poquito.
E: Quieres vas a un volcán?
M: Si, cuando? Y quel volcán? Hablas ingles?
E: No.
M: No?? Donde eres?
E: Donde eres?
M: Noruega. Y tu?
E: Un país pequeño, sud de la Noruega.
M: Dinamarca?
E: Si.
M: Hva? Taler du dansk?

And there we go. It's a small world and there's no chance you can hide from other Vikings, especially not in a city like Leon. The 70 Norwegians walking around town makes a fair standpoint and the city has grown in popularity amongs Australians, Dutch, Germans, Americans and now Danes too. Nevertheless, it doesn't decrease the love I have for the place, I grow more and more fond of it every day and after a spectacular lecture in Latin American studies this morning I just want to find my old school books and start reading for the upcoming exam.

Today has mostly been spent at the study centre which many of the students also just call the "beach", and naturally I still get confused when they sigh, roll their eyes and say "I have to go to the beach today" as it was something they detested, but it then also means having lectures, which some, especially now that exams are looming would rather be without and spend the time doing readings that should have been done ages ago.

Tonight the local caretakers of the houses hosted a Noche Cultural, a cultural evening where we were introduced to Nicaraguan food. We clapped tortillas, made a sweet drink and tamales (corn dough, beef and veggies in bananaleaf - yum), and I feel slightly more Nicaraguan now.

Nevertheless it has been another hot day and Scarlett and Rhett has actually improved in readability and I've progressed noticably in Gone with the Wind. If not good for anything else at least it helps me fall asleep.

Buenas noches.