Can you please direct me to the time machine?

One day I was waiting for some friends outside of Tertulia, a popular bar in the historic center of Mazatlan, with two guys both named Sergio. I was just chillaxing, sitting on some metal electrical boxy like thing. The “Sergios” were chatting away and I was kinda not paying attention, because it’s just so easy to let your mind wander when you really have to focus to understand what someone’s saying in a different language. Then I understood something in Spanish without paying attention because it sounded oddly familiar. Someone asked us where the Time Machine restaurant/bar/disco was. When I looked up to see who had asked, I instantly realized why I had understood. It was an American! (or Canadian…..) It’s really interesting how accents make it so much harder or easier (in my case) to understand something.

One Sergio started to say that he didn’t know where it was, but I interrupted him and told the man that I knew where it was….in ENGLISH!!!!!!!!!! He looked at me quite shocked. He then asked if I was American. Guilty as charged I replied. He then pointed to one Sergio and asked if he was American, he said no…..But then I added that both of them were Mexican and I was the only American….*tear*……Finally I gave him directions to the Time Machine and he left with his group of friends.

After they had left the one Sergio asked the other one if he had understood what the American had said because he hadn’t even though it was in Spanish! Jejejejejejejejejeej……..The other Sergio had understood but had never heard of the place before. I thought I was quite funny that I knew where it was and I had only lived in Mazatlan for 3 months! Well, I had only known because my old boss had gone there and told me where it was because she liked it.

That is one of my favorite memories so far. I think it’s cool that someone thought that I was Mexican!....and in future posts you’ll see that this isn’t the only time someone’s thought that…..