So, Thursday I went to the grocery store with Myrtille. This proved quite interesting because it takes me a while to find the little bit of groceries that I need when I go. So we go and she hands me a list. Now, not only is this list in Spanish, it is also a page long. I thought, oh, dear, please do not send me off in this store and tell me to find all of these items. It will take me three hours to get back to the registers. Thankfully, though, all I had to do was follow her through the store and grab whatever she grabbed. I could handle that. When we got to the register I was preoccupied with putting my massive truck load of groceries onto the counter. The bagging girl came up the me and assuming, incorrectly I might add, that I spoke Spanish, asked me something. I was not prepared or paying attention, so I did what I always do in those situations... just smiled and say yes. Well, it worked because she accepted me answer and did something about it. As I got to thinking I thought, oh, no, what did I answer yes to. Whatever it was, it was not that important because we got the groceries and headed back to Casa Hogar. What an adventure that was.
THose are the times when I am out of my comfort zone. If I don't know what the kids are saying to me I can usually get the idea of it or ask someone. And they are kids... who cares if I can't speak perfect Spanish to them. Half of them can't spell any way so they don't care how I speak. Adults are the ones that I get nervous around. Especially when I am at a store and they don't know that they sound like they are talking 300 miles an hour at me. If I told them, I don't understand, talk to me slower (like I do to the kids) I would definitely sound like an idiot. And I prefer not to do that. This tactic is not always good because I just slide into the, I am comfortable with English and so I am not going to try and speak to you in your native language. THats a good attitude. :) The last two weeks I have not been as discouraged with my Spanish. But keep praying for that!
We went to the beach today with the kids and the teams,like we always do on SUndays. I was asked to sit in the back with some of the younger boys. Which I grudgingly did because the seat I was sitting in had 0 , and I mean 0, wind flow. But that is ok... they wanted me to sit with them and I did. So, we got off the bus and had to cross the street to get to the beach. I grabbed Gaudencio and his brother, Lizandro's, hands and off we go across the street. I was finally coerced into getting into the water and had a great time jumping the waves with Jazmin and Rossy. When it was time to go I had to help the now soaking wet and very sandy Gaudencio and Lizandro collect all of their belongings. With shoes, shirts, socks, and newly acquired sea animals in hand we are off to cross the road again. I asked Lizandro to give me his hand and he did so with great pleasure after rearranging his belongings all into one hand to accommodate me. Gaudencio could not quite put everything into one hand to he was satisfied with giving me his arm. We all ran across the street and got into the bus. Many sticky and wet Mexicans an Americans all get into the bus. Osvaldo was sitting to my left and Gaudencio ended up on my lap and Lizandro to my right. So, that was my day today. Nothing too exciting but more loving on kids.


Maggie and Jen- i think the little boys (4-6 yrs) wear briefs. i think the older boys prefer boxers. But I really don't think it matters. Whatever you think is better.