Fracaso (Part 2)

Once I get over one failure there is inevitably another one waiting for me. Wednesday evening was the first night of our health education series for teenage girls. We had met twice to plan the class, I had been to the store to buy supplies, and the location was confirmed. I was worried about arriving on time for the first session so I asked to leave early from Spanish. Elite Universidad Católica is located in an upper-middle class neighborhood on one side of the city and my education series- which targets low-income girls- is located in a poor neighborhood on the other side of the city. To get there I had to walk 10 min, take a micro, transfer to the metro, change lines, take another micro, and walk 10 min. I left an hour before the workshop started but it took nearly 90min so I still arrived late. When I got there I walked into the room and there were no girls. Apparently the center had not realized that the high school nearby does not get out until 8pm on Wednesday nights and any girls that were interested were still in class. Fail.

The bright side: They were very impressed that I had arrived at all because it is a challenging place to find and I had to ask for help several times. At least my Spanish is good enough to survive! Also, I got a ride back and spent an hour chatting and learning new words with my 2 Chilean co-teachers.