Day three found me running my first solo errand with a single, latina mother of three. Together, we filled out her paper work for food stamps and visited the social services office to make sure that everything was in order.
Kyle joined me for the second part of the day in order to take a mother and her son to the dentist. During the visit, a couple of translating fails occurred, and there was no Spanish/English dictionary in sight. After much debating over the word for 'tooth plaque' in Spanish, the boy's mother finally explained to us that 'placas' in Spanish means dentures (not plaque). After realizing that we had been trying to convince her that her 10 year-old son wore dentures, a good laugh was shared on all accounts.
Below: Photo of the day featuring my lovely, temporary home.
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