Meet Juan Pablo

I went out Friday and Saturday night with a guy named Juan Pablo, who is an English teacher at the school I’m teaching at. He lived in the UK for 8 years, so he speaks English very well, but we still have serious communication problems; partly because he’s a crazy artist that plays the guitar, writes plays, and idolizes Edgar Allan Poe, and partly because he learned English in Britain. A typical conversation for us goes like this:

JP: Do you know where we are?

Me: No.

JP: Do I?

Me: I hope so.

JP: I do.

Me: Oh good.

JP: (long pause) But where are we going?

Me: Your friend’s house?

JP: Oh… (long pause) Of course. I have a refuse lorry, would you like to buy it?

Me: What?

Honestly he’s like a real life version of Waiting for Godot. Crazy, but a good guy I think.