la sorpresa al asado para sabado. El dia de los padres

When i arrived at my house last night, my family was having an asado, para el dia de los padres, or that was i figured it was for. Sergio and Rodrigo were outside attending to the small barbeque, covered with various types of peppered meats. It was so yummy. Haydee and Elisa were inside preparing the other dishes and i was really excited about the feast!

After chatting with my friend Nicole (another lovely volunteer here), she had encouraged me to help out more around the house. So, naturally, I asked Haydee what I could do to help out! She has this cute hobby of cutting napkins because they are "too big" and so i did my part for the barbeque. cortando sirvillettas.

When it was almost time to eat, Haydee was being very meticulous about setting the table. She had taken out reserved china for special occasions. All of the silverware was individually wrapped, so it was taking her forever. Again, "pulling a Nicole", i offered to help.

I asked, "Why do you have an extra plate?" (in spanish)
and I couldnt understand the answer...a friend of Sergio? Some guy from work? What?
Then later, we started eating and the seat was still unoccupied, so I assumed it was part of the Chilean culture: to have an extra seat in case someone stops by.

About 5 minutes after we started eating, a 27 year old boy shows up at the door. Rodrigo runs out to greet him and he is invited to the table. "OH!" I thought "This is the guy Rodrigo has been talking to me about". Jorge, his friend that was now joining us for our fathers day barbeque, is the guy that was mentioned in the house many times: the tall guy with the moto, who speaks some English.

However, he did not speak much English and he wasnt that tall. But the family, Jorge and I had a wonderful dinner, even with the few ackward silences.

At one point during the meal, Rodrigo told Jorge that I could dance salsa and that I liked dancing very much (hinting he should take me out) And at the end of the meal, he asked me "Quieres salir?"

Of course i couldnt deny an opportunity to get out of the house. I had only met one Chilean friend since i had been in Curico.

I quickly got ready and we left. He was really nice and it was fun to speak spanish with him. He took me to this lovely park that had this indiana jones type bridge, a gorgeous river, and enormous trees. (because the bars were not yet open) Then we stopped by his parents house because I had to use the restroom. Finally at around 12 (the time all the bars and discos begin to open), we made it to a disco called "Casa Vieja". It was the most adorable dance club i have ever seen. It was literally an old house. The bar(house) had brilliant architecture and fabulous woodwork, and the rooms were painted in bright colors and decorated with more artwork.

The dancing didnt start until 1 am. And Jorge loves dancing, even more so than I. I felt bad when we started to dance becuase I was hit with this overwhelming desire to sleep. And he had just checked our coats....

After about 20 minutes of obligatory dancing, I told him that i wanted to leave. I couldnt keep my eyes open. (and my first day of teaching is monday...I have a lot of preparation to do yet!) He said ok, but i knew he could have danced until the break of dawn.

It was a nice night but.... who knew that the BBQ was a plot from my family to hook me up with someone....?