And they are. Literally. All the time. Watching me. It’s apart of the culture here for everyone else’s business and since I am a Nasaro (foreigner) it’s even worse. Sometimes I like it because I want to be left alone. But it is something I have to get used to, at least until the novelty of me wears off.
After this experience, I am sure that I do not want to be a celebrity. I am literally always watched and talked about.
“What did you eat for dinner tonight… Oh the Nasaro ate spaghetti for dinner.”
“Karla, why did you throw away those tomatoes?”
They look through my windows. They hang out on my porch. They always know where I am.
It’s tough at times and I have my moments when I grind my teeth but it will get better. This is a lesson in patience, something I definitely have to learn.
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