I already had a serious post lined up to blog about tonight, but after today’s language lesson, I decided to postpone that one. We could all probably use a good laugh and this story is likely to produce one.
So, my language nurturer is…..countryside – I don’t know any other way to say that. If you have read previous posts you might have picked up that she is a little rough around the edges (like I am one to talk). I love the girl, but it is a different culture and there is a different standard of etiquette here, especially for countryside people. Case in point – today during language, she randomly lifted up her shirt a couple of times and readjusted what appeared to be a corset or for lack of a better term…lingerie. I’m not sure what the deal she was wearing is officially called, but I’m pretty sure she didn’t know what it was either. I thought it kind of strange that she was wearing it, since many women here don’t wear undergarments. However, the culture here isn’t really shy about showing you more than you really want to see, especially woman to woman, so I didn’t think too much about it. Next thing I know, she is pulling off her bra, corset, lingerie thingy – whatever you call it – through the neck hole in her shirt! I’m kind of used to her antics by now, so I again thought it was a little weird, but didn’t think too much about it. It’s not abnormal for them not to wear a bra, but the taking it off in the middle of language was a new one for me.
I noted that the clothing article in question was very nice and asked her why she was taking it off. She said that it was too tight and was difficult and then ventured on to tell me that I could have it. She assured me it was new and today was the first day she had worn it and insisted that I take it because she didn’t want it. I didn’t really know what to think. You don’t want to not take it and offend, but I hated to tell her that I really had no need for it. When it was all said and done she was adamant that I take it as a gift. She said that I had given her a gift (a headscarf mind you) when I came back from a trip so this was no big deal. Besides she had another one at home that she liked better. Really take it.
Again, I didn’t think that much about it – I never know what is culture and what is not and with my nurturer I never know what is culture and what is her. Later this afternoon I came downstairs to show my roommates my new undergarment (not on me of course) and told them the story. They almost fell all over themselves laughing about it. I guess I am a little used to weird things going on with her, but they were absolutely hysterical about her giving me the bra literally right off her back – and in the middle of language no less!