Go ahead and name your horse

I have had quite a week here in Santiago. Thursday night I was invited to join some colleagues for happy hour. I was chatting with two of my them about my move here and mentioned I would be moving my two dogs with me in a few months. Unfortunately during the conversation that followed I was informed that I have inadvertently named both of my dogs in Chilean slang, penis and vagina. When I said my dog's name, Tula, I was informed that means penis or a slang version thereof. When I told them the other one's name, Concho they literally fell out of their chairs from laughing. Now the technical word is concha because a vagina is feminine, however, I still have to come up with new names when I am out in public with them. I stick out enough as it is with my big blonde hair and my crappy spanish, now if I start yelling out "Tula, Concho" at the dog park it will probably land me in jail. Imagine being at your dog park and seeing someone yell after their dogs "Penis, Va-jay-jay"! That's what it would sound like, only in Spanish.


On Saturday I went horseback riding with a group of people through the Andes Mountains and was told I could name my horse whatever I wanted. After suffering the trauma of my naming capabilities, I stuck with the name "I don't know" and her colt "I don't knowita". 


I thought stepping out of my comfort zone this week would be getting on a horse for the first time in 10 years, I was mistaken.