Apartment Party

Last night a couple people who got an apartment together near Angel station threw a party. It was a small place, so things got a bit cozy, but we had fun intermingling. One of the Australian guys attempted to do an American accent, and he thought he was really good, but all he really did was speak with the same Australian accent, only slower and dumber-sounding. I learned that one of the Swiss girls spent a year in the United States when she was 18 - living, for some reason, in Houston. All of the Americans made sure to clarify that she did not get a representative sample of our country. She told us she was the best English student in her class, despite not being a native speaker, and that nobody else knew what an adverb was. We were not as surprised as we should have been. Some Brazilians brought over some special ingredients to make caipirinhas, a traditional Brazilian cocktail, which they made way too strong. A good time was had by all.

Some pictures:

This is on our way to the party. There are these signs on the back of double-decker buses that mystify us because they're ads for cervical screenings but they've got a picture of this weird guy on them.

Maeghan (Canada), Danielle (Georgetown)

Virginie (Switzerland), Guido (Italy)

Maria (Italy), Guido (Italy)

Me, Maria (Italy)

Sara (Georgetown), Danielle (Georgetown), Ari (Australia - the one doing the horrible American accent)

Lisa (Georgetown), Isabel (Spain), Guido (Italy)

Lisa (Georgetown), Lourdes (Spain)

Maria (Germany), Maeghan (Canada)