differencesº

so tuesday i got gaudencio again and again he was crying. poor kid. but he was content to sit in my lap and cry there and eventually fell asleep. i had to wake him up for dinner but i wish he could have sat there forever. i cherrish the moments when i can hold the younger ones becuase they dont want to be held most of the time.
there are so many differences between this culture and ours and i love some of the differences. i love how relational this culture is. we were riding back from the beach last sunday and lalo was saving me a seat. so, i was sitting in the back with the boys between lalo and omar and just observing. there is a lot more affection allowed in this culture without the comments that would come from our culture. i watched as osiel (who was standing and having a punching match with omar) would ,without thinking about it, just rest his hand on robertos arm. or the boys are sitting crammed into the back of the bus, almost ontop of each other. in america we have such a sense of personal space... here it is different. but in a sense it has to be becuase these kids grow up with a family of 50. all that to say, every time i come i love the affection and the realtional part of this culture so much.