CHAPTER THREE
VIRGINIE
Okay. So apparently we have landed. Oh. My. Flipping. Gosh. It is so trashed here! The airport people keep saying something that sounds like, "Como estas," but I only speak French, English, and a little Spanish. A LITTLE. Hmm. I`m bored. I think I`ll test out my Spanish. I walked over to a buff~looking man and said, "Um, hola señor. Eres loca en la loba de mi abuela," I thought I said that I liked his jacket, but he just gave me a strange look and walked away. So I decided to translate what I said on my Spanish translator app, to make sure I said it right. I unzipped my backpack and pulled out my iPad. But what I saw on it wasn`t too pleasant. I accidently said that he was crazy in the wolf of my grandmother! OOPS. A frown spread across my face as me and my mother walked out of the registration area. But, in my haste I accidently bumped into this girl with beautiful dark, puffy hair. "Lo siento," she said, thinking I was Mexican. "Um, I'm actually not from here," I replied in embarrassment. "Judging by your swift, thick accent, you must be French." she observed. Huh. This girl`s good. "I`m Pandora," she said as she reached for a handshake. "Virginie," I answered. She pulled out a pen and scrawled something on it. She handed it to me. "Call me sometime," she said. I handed her the backpack she dropped, and she accepted it and scurried back to her mother and a boy that looked just like her, but with shorter hair. I buried my face into my fuzzy, orange iPad case and chased after my mother. This mission trip is going to be a LONG two weeks.
