Kitten at the Serengueti

I came to live directly from Dominican Republic to California in one of the coldest winter. El Niño was the cause of many natural disasters and very cold temperatures that year. When I got here I lived in Los Gatos, CA with a very nice American family. It was a very interesting situation due to the language barrier, I didn't speak any english and they didn't speak any spanish. I am surprised we were able to communicate as nice as we did without frustrations, we used signs and show and tell.
The first weekend was raining a lot and we had to go grocery shopping. The clothes I brought from the Dominican Republic AKA "the DR", weren't exactly winter clothes or better say clothes at all. We Latin woman like to show what we have. ;-) So, I had to borrow a man rain coat size XL; imagine a girl that was only 90 lbs inside that coat.
We started driving the very curvy wet roads of Los Gatos and after 35 minutes drive we finally arrived at Costco. My first impression was, why are we going to buy food at a warehouse and why you have to show an ID to buy food? However, I didn't want to ask any questions I just wanted to observe what was going on. I felt like a little kitten at the Serengeti in between so many people that visit Costco every weekend. And the language that didn't make any sense to me was like just hearing voices in my head.
As the days went by I ran out of things to do, especially because my days were actually very short. In the winter time there are 4 hours difference between CA and the DR and by 6PM I was already having dulces sueños.
I visited Los Gatos high school in search of adult education classes for me to learn english, but since no one understood I was looking for I was out of luck.
Finally, a friend of LeeAnn found a public school where I could learn english. I had the option to take half time or full time, and as the eager person I have always been I took the full time from 8:30 am until 3:30 pm.
My first week of school was very interesting and scary. Even for a girl that came from a third world country where those things tend to be very normal for certain people, that situation was very traumatic for me.
...to be continue