June 16, 2008

Maybe this Spanish school thing is working a little. We are able to sit around the supper (cena) table and joke and participate in the conversations without the big knot in our stomachs - hoping nobody will ask us a question. It's a long way from the first day we arrived at our house and Lesbia was explaining to us about the house, where we would stay, what time the meals would be, and some other house guidelines (we think). We understood just about nothing that first day. Now, we can at least get the basic idea of about 60% of the conversations in the house. Well, except for when Estuardo gets going and talking rapidly. Then we are completely lost.