Dan and I were invited to have dinner at one of my student's family's houses during the vacation. The mom had pulled over one day after dropping her daughter off at school to ask me if
I wouldn't be opposed to having dinner at their house one night. Sure, I said. After all, a Fulbrighter never turns down an invitation! My student discreetly slipped me a note a few days later reminding me about the invitiation, with a phone nubmer to call and make a date.
Then, we went to Maroc and I forgot to call. Upon our return, I tried to call to set a date and time. The man on the other end of the line was a little perplexed about this "Louise" I kept mentioning, but kindly let me babble on for a minute before he informed me that I must have made an error and that there was no Louise who lived there. I'm sure that made for some exciting dinner conversation:
Honey, who was that?
I don't know. Some foreigner who was looking for a Louise...
Hmmm?!?
Shame and fear of repeating the same mistake made me wait another day to call again. This time, success, a dinner date was in the future.
It could't have been more enjoyable. Although, I must admit that Dan and I are getting much more confortable in what many would consider awkward situations. Perhaps they no longer seem awkward, or maybe we just don't care any more...We had a lovely time with my students and their very friendly parents.
I wouldn't be opposed to having dinner at their house one night. Sure, I said. After all, a Fulbrighter never turns down an invitation! My student discreetly slipped me a note a few days later reminding me about the invitiation, with a phone nubmer to call and make a date.
Then, we went to Maroc and I forgot to call. Upon our return, I tried to call to set a date and time. The man on the other end of the line was a little perplexed about this "Louise" I kept mentioning, but kindly let me babble on for a minute before he informed me that I must have made an error and that there was no Louise who lived there. I'm sure that made for some exciting dinner conversation:
Honey, who was that?
I don't know. Some foreigner who was looking for a Louise...
Hmmm?!?
Shame and fear of repeating the same mistake made me wait another day to call again. This time, success, a dinner date was in the future.
It could't have been more enjoyable. Although, I must admit that Dan and I are getting much more confortable in what many would consider awkward situations. Perhaps they no longer seem awkward, or maybe we just don't care any more...We had a lovely time with my students and their very friendly parents.
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