Second to last day at the guardería (kindergarten)

Mari Angeles brought me into her office and kindly explained to me that if I come dressed in tight pants or a short dress, that I should wear one of their robes they have there. "It's that some of the Papás don't like it...If it were Madrid or Barcelona, no pasa nada, but here in Sevilla...it's a little more..." Conservative. Traditional. Oye, my mistake, I should have not worn this dress today, but it's very tricky knowing how to dress for the weather here. When the only constant is change. She was very sweet and I apologized more than once; I wouldn't normally wear this to work with children. No pasa nada, no pasa nada.

However, very interesting that these same old men who don't want girls dressing a certain way around their children are in the streets piropu-ing at me and all the other young women in Spain. Guapaaaa!! Just today, some man commented on my legs en el puente de Triana.

Blue, for the color of my dress.

And I see now what Dr Michelle was talking to me about in Feb, saying if I tutored a child in english, I would get to meet a perhpas more traditional family than the one with which I live. My host dad seems pretttyy traditional... Not in this way...no pasa nada however we want to dress and if we want to go out late at night and not come home until the sun rises. They have had MANY American girls live with them. And they love hosting us.

But when he gets talking about women...those views of his are not so progressive, nor are his about immigrants or muslims, those "moros." Usually it's best to keep my mouth shut...he won't understand anyway, even if I spoke spanish perfectly. He is the voice of knowledge in the house and must always be right, so I just let it be. I don't like being silenced, but even more I don't like arguing with ppl who have strong opinions about topics and don't like to listen. So vale...Wonderful home to live in, not for discussing polemic topics...nobody can do it all.