Today is our granddaughter’s birthday. She is two years old today. It sure doesn’t seem like it’s been two years since she was born.
We have completed four days of language school. Only eleven weeks and one day to go. There is so much we want (read “need”) to learn we are not sure eleven more weeks are going to be enough.
We have gotten in to a little routine. We go to school from 8 – 12 with a 30 minute break from 10:00 – 10:30. It is definitely needed. The school has coffee, hot tea, and water available for free all morning. So we drink lots of tea and Brad has some coffee.
During the break a lady comes in as sets up at one of the vacant tables. She brings food she has made at home: tostados, doblados (our favorites) – it’s a fried tortilla stuffed with meat, a cooked cabbage stuffed with red sauce and something else (not bad), and something else we can’t remember at the moment (obviously we don’t get it ).
By noon our brains are hurting and we are ready to do something different. We walk back to our house, have lunch, help with the dishes, mess around for about thirty minutes and then walk back to town to do our homework at McDonalds.
Yep, McDonalds. It’s a little different than the one in the states. It has a huge beautiful outdoor courtyard (is that repetitive outdoor and courtyard). We usually get a coke and spend about 2 ½ to 3 hours doing homework.
We then do some walking around town and walk back to our house. Eat supper somewhere between 7:00 and 8:00. Spend some time talking with our host family. Ok, it's more listening to them talk and us using a lot of very broken Spanish, pointing, and them stepping in with some English when things get really bad. Then a little reviewing of our material and off to bed.
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