And So It Begins...

Somehow Miten and I missed the first day of orientation although we had been here 8 days before any of the other teachers. I'm going to chalk it up to the language barrier.  I think in a foreign country any mishaps of any sort can be blamed on this language barrier. Maggie, Miten, why did you buy your apartment instead of renting it? Language barrier. More importantly, we made it in time for the pizza party at one of the principal's houses. All of the staff, old teachers and new were there and it was incredibly welcoming and exciting to finally meet everyone.  Trying to pick up on all of the traditions here I quickly learned that it is customary to give a kiss on the cheek when greeting someone. I found this out when my real estate agent and apartment owner essentially put their cheek up to my mouth. So I followed suit when arriving at the pizza party and gave my principal a kiss on the cheek to which he seemed puzzled.  Have I acted inappropriately? I still can't figure it out. Language barrier? Everyone at the party knew who Miten and I were because we were the "lost" teachers who never showed at orientation.  Everyone is insisting on 'keeping on eye on us' and it may be the joke that never ends. But at least we'll be remembered, right? Little do they know it was all a ploy to make a grand entrance.  Hasta luego.