Finding Mansour

Well, this blog is slightly overdue for two reasons. First, Mansour and I met last Monday, so I probably should have written this by now. Second, this is the first time that Mansour and I have met since before Spring Break. The first one was my fault; the second, not so much.

            I was having a lot of trouble getting in touch with Mansour. He wasn’t returning texts, calls, or e-mails. I wasn’t really sure what had happened to him at all. Eventually, I got a returned text. Apparently, Mansour had been really sick, like to the point where he couldn’t even get out of bed. Sounds like a good excuse to have not met with your conversation partner.

            Well, we met outside of 1873, as usual, on a bright and sunny day. There was a lot to catch up about. I talked about my Spring Break adventures and he talked about the lack of adventures he had over his break. I never really found out how he got sick or what exactly he was sick with. He didn’t really want to talk about it.

            He still was not feeling all too well, which made our conversation quite brief. From the start, Mansour’s spoken English was highly exceptional. I feel like he has sort of seen our meetings as pointless; just something he has to do for a grade. I guess I am in the same situation, but I am also not being surrounded by his culture. I am interested in learning about him, but he doesn’t really have much to learn from me. I’m hoping our next conversation is longer.