When I was studying abroad in Mexico, I had to live with two host families. The first family, was NIGHTMARE!
Let me tell you all about how the family of “Peace, Loving Yoga Instructors” ended up being the most violent people I’ve ever met.
On the first night my roommate, Jenny, & I ended up being the last two people picked up by their host families. We were left on the sidewalk outside of the school just waiting. We should have known then.
Our host family claimed to be “pacifist, yoga instructors” who practiced New Age Religion, not Catholoicism like the majority of the country. And of course, they ended up with two Catholic girls living with them & the host dad was none too happy about it (another post for another time will be all about the time he tried to use rocks to “suck” out the bad energy from my stomach ache or some crazy crap like that.)
One morning Jenny & I went out to the kitchen to go get breakfast. The family was gone but our host mom had left food out for us on the bar area. Yeah, the milk was SO old that it had gone mostly solid, almost like jello.
That night we came home from class & they were eating supper. But they had fed their kids the good food & we got spoiled spaghetti. Needless to say, I lost 10 pounds in 14 days of living with them. I lived off of Strawberry Poptarts & Gatorade for two weeks. It was miserable!
About 9 days into living with them, Jenny & I were going out to meet up with some people we had met on campus (Hello Hottie Todd! 🙂 & that’s when the worst happened….
I was walking out of the house to go meet the taxi driver. As I went out the door I saw my host dad with his hands around my host mom’s neck & he threw her into the steering wheel of the car & then she just went limp. I never saw her get up. And he did it in front of his two kids who were about 7 & 9.
I went into survival mode, pretended like I didn’t see anything, the jackass fell for it, I didn’t tell Jenny until we got out of the house, & then we appropriately freaked the crap out on the taxi ride over to the dance club.
A few hours later when we got back to our house, we couldn’t get back into the house. The awesome host dad had locked us out. Our beat up host mom snuck downstairs to let us in.
Immediately the next morning we go to the head of housing and tell her we want to leave (this was our 2nd meeting with her. Apparently being fed rotten food was us just having a “hard time adjusting”, fortunately she thought watching a man beat the crap out of his wife was justifiable for wanting to move.)
We had to go on a weekend trip before we could move. We were PROMISED a new house when we got back. And you guessed it, NO NEW HOUSE when we got back in town.
That night, we showed up at the Scary Monster House & all seemed fine. That is until I noticed the wall sized mirror (I mean this thing was GIGANTIC) shattered into pieces all over the floor. Our host dad had thrown our host mom into it.
It was a long night of listening to them screaming, listening to our host mom’s dad come over & try to smooth things over, listening to the kids scared not wanting the Americans to see their family being so insane. Not to mention the phone calls to my parents telling them what was going on in psycho land.
The next morning, when we woke up our host family had left the house to take the kids to school. The mirror was still all over the floor. We had spent all night packing & this was our small window of opportunity to sneak out of the house. We called a taxi, about peed our pants trying to sneak out of the house because we thought that our host dad had padlocked us IN the house (it had happened before!)
We made it school, with our bags in tow, ignoring all the crazy looks we were getting for having all our luggage on campus when we still had several weeks left of the trip, & we HAPPILY & GRATEFULLY got ready in the bathroom at school that morning.
That loooong, terrifying night listening to those crazy people scream at each other definitely sealed Jenny & me as friends forever.
|Me, Todd, & Jenny in Mexico