Lost in Translation

Here are a few stories involving miscommunication or a general lack of understanding:

In Spanish class (conducted entirely in Spanish) we were learning new vocab words in the kitchen.  Our teacher would say a word and then we would have to find the object.
Teacher: Paila (a sort of pot)
Students: Baila? (Dance?)
Teacher: Si, paila!  (Yes, pot!)
As we all begin to slowly and awkwardly dance she quickly realizes the misunderstanding.

The other night for dinner, Ingrid (our host mom) was going to teach us how to make a tortilla.  So I get the corn out and throw that in a bowl.  Then she adds in the peppers, onions, and salami she has already cut up.  I was blown away by the fact that there was salami in tortillas!  Apparently NOT a vegetarian option in the DR.  Then she adds the eggs and I'm getting pretty excited because I know the mashing part must be coming soon.  Then without mashing it, she throws it all in the pan to begin cooking it.  I stare in disbelief at what is going to be quite the chunky tortilla.  As it takes shape before my eyes I suddenly see it for what it really is: a tortilla de huevos, AKA an omelet.

One day, my roommate Courtney and I, along with our neighbors, other students in the program, decided to all go for a run the following morning.  Courtney and I would pick them up at their house and then we'd jog around a bit.  So the night before Courtney and I attempt to ask our grandma if it's okay that we go running the following morning at 7:30.  She begins by telling us that 7:30 is too late.  She likes to go walking at 6:30 so that she is back by 7:00.  We apologize but inform her that we've already agreed with the other girls to go at 7:30 so that's when they're expecting us and they won't be ready at 6:30.  Then she kind of stares at us for a bit.  After a hesitant, "please?" she agrees that we can go at 7:30.
So the next morning we get up to go, say goodbye, and head out the door.  Grandma leaves with us.  It seems a little strange, but we think maybe it's just a coincidence.  As it becomes apparent that she is coming with us and not just going on her own walk, I ask her if she's running with us.  She tells us she doesn't run and only walks.  Feeling a little relieved to not have Grandma on our run we start to turn down the little street to pick up our neighbors.  She lets us know that she'll be waiting right here for us so we should go grab them quickly.  As we pick up our neighbors we try to quickly explain to them that our grandma might be coming with us, but we're not really sure.
When we return to the street she's moved ahead a little so we assume it's okay for us to run.  A little after we pass her she yells at us to take the turn we just past.  So we back up and take that turn - utterly confused about what is going on.  Eventually we lost her and continued our run in our own fashion.
As Courtney and I were walking back home after dropping our neighbors back off at their house, it dawns on us that perhaps the "we" in "Can we go for a run tomorrow?" was a little ambiguous.  We're pretty sure Grandma thought we were asking her to run with us, thus also explaining why she really felt like 7:30 was too late.  We hope she doesn't think we're total jerks for asking her to come with us and then literally running away from her...