España

Thoughts at 16.

The bus, my life line, is the cities' system for the rich but stingy and uncaring people of all colors. It reminds me of  mice speeding in and out of the woodwork. Los Micros, is the system most depended on even if there was a foot of rain in the road. Sun, clouds or rain there we would be awaiting the chance to get out of the rain, to get to work, school, or to buy an onion for the upcoming lunch, we would ride. Going anywhere was made possible; all I needed to do was walk out my door and a block to the left. The short walk was filled with dirt in the air, always dirt everywhere, in your eyes, ears, mouth, and shoes. The sun beating down on your neck would make you stumble on the commonly scattered rocks and ceramic tiles on the ground. A quick glance and a hop across the street, accompanying the ignored whistle of an interested yard worker and there I would be. The strays would come and sit to get a pat while you waited. You could always hear the overheating engine as the driver shifted to meet his designated time stamp.
The first sight of the orange front, and the anticipation of the oncoming micro sends a tingle down my spine; with a small wave of my hand, I flag the driver to a stop.  My face sets still, cold and waiting for the exact moment when I need to jump, in order to enter with perfect timing. It was such a simple movement,  an extending of the leg with a little hop, a reach to the nearest pole; and I was in. In the morning, the cramped area held an overwhelming amount of people, causing your muscles to tense and brain to focus only on not falling. The first step is always passing your fare to the mindless driver with long fingernails and saying your thanks and what a nice day it was.
There you stand, you wait, and move with the masses of bodies pulling and falling with the next stops and heavy shifts. The simplicity of just being in that spot was settling. I would watch the traffic out of a little hole between armpits and heads. An occasional dying tree or brown patch of grass was in the my view.  Knowing that you are breathing with the people of your new country; thinking the way you are being taught to think. Every once in awhile a familiar face hops into the movement, the only recognition is the curve of a nose, or the space between their eyes. Being so involved with the people, practically sitting on their lap and then it plays. "Creep" by Radiohead jamming out in my ears, but this time it really sinks in.
"But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, What the hell am I doing here?, I don't belong here"
My thoughts run wild, all I can think about is life, about these people, about my people. Why was I there? Why was I standing in the bus so many miles south? The middle of nowhere with people I learned to love but still knew nothing about. They were all so beautiful but that was it. I hop out into the sun and dirt. Leaving my thoughts, gathering my balance and moving on; and El Micro chugs away. That large dirty scrap of metal that holds so many of my thoughts, epiphanies, and a drop of sweat or two. The bus, el micro, my life line.

Expresiones de Con dos huevos y Cagando Leches por Héloïse Guerrier y David Sánchez

Con dos huevos y Cagando Leches escrito por Héloïse Guerrier y por su puesto ilustrado por David Sánchez son unos libros muy chulos.
España, más que otros países hispanohablantes, está conocido por su expresiones. Guerrier exploro el contexto histórico de todo los expresiones españoles. También está traducido en ingles y francés para que todos lo pueden aprovechar.
Queria compartir mis preferidos y cuales que más me hicieron reír.

Con dos huevos:
pág. 24 Tener una empanada mental

Es como estar confundido. “Tome una siesta demasiado largo y tengo una emapanada metal."

pág. 32 Poner los cuernos

Ser infiel, engañar Hablemos de este frase en clase, también se usa con los dedos a mostrar los cuernos y es como poner el dedo medio en EEUU.

pág. 44 Pelar la pava

Conversar dos enamorados. "Van toda la noche pelando la pava."

pág. 56 Aquí hay gato encerrado

Situación en que se sospecha que algo turbio está pasando. Aquí hay un gato encerrado

pág. 58 Hacerse la picha un lío

También es estar confudido pero también equivocarse.

pág. 60 Que te den morcilla
pág. 62 Agarrar un pedo

Emborracharse.

pág. 72 Mandar a freír espárragos

Despedir a alguien con brusquedad.

pág. 86 Estar como una regadera

Estar algo loco.

Cagando Leches
pág. 16 Cuando las rana críen pelo

Expresa las remotas posibilidades de que algo ocurra. Es el mismo en inglés, cuando cerdos vuelan.

pág. 22 Pisando huevos

pág. 40 Buscar tres pies al gato

Buscar excusas imposibles. También dicen buscar cinco pies al gato.
pág. 56 Matar el gusanillo

Aliviar al hambre momentáneamente. Comer un poco, antes de la comida.

pág. 58 Naranjas de la China
pág. 64 Comerle a alguien la oreja

Intentar convencer a alguien con halagos.

pág. 68 Echar sapos y culebras por la boca

Proferir blasfemias, jurar, maldecir.

pág. 72 Quemarse las pestañas
Estudiar sin parar.
pág. 88 Estar frito

Estar dormido. Los verbos freír, asar, quemar son sinónimos de aburrir o cansar.