communionation
when they were passing around communion at church last night one of the little girls ran over to me and asked what it was. i replied (with as much correct spanish as i could muster on the spot), “it’s like the body of Jesus Christ, and the blood of Jesus Christ”. her jaw dropped as she looked at me wide-eyed, she said she understood and walked back to her seat, mortified.
only a second later i realized the horror of my definition. i motioned for her to come back then told her to ask Stephanie, who’d have a better explanation. who knows what kinda rumour could’ve started, about a blood-drinking, flesh-eating people living on the outskirts of Tacna.
moral of the story: learn more spanish.
