Home, weird dancing, and tuna fish.

Well it's been a while since I wrote on this thing, and that's because I went home last week! My great aunt/godmother, RoRo passed away after her long battle with cancer. It was really hard to be here through everything going on at the end of her life and not being able to go see her or be with her, but I was very blessed to be able to come home for the visitation and funeral and to spend some time with family. It helped a lot to see everybody, and I got some puppy love, which was great. Matt and I got to spend some time together, and I got some delicious food that I have missed so much. It was a very good week at home considering the circumstances. :-)

And I said, "Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone..." Sorry, Taylor Swift and my housemate, Liz are serenading me. I had to sing along. Just like my old roommates, she just proposed to me at the appropriate time. I miss my old roommates! Anyway, coming back here was really good...Gabriel, his uncle, and Kinzie picked me up from the airport with lots of smiles and hugs, and I really appreciated that. Then we went over to Gabriel's family's house where they had some food ready for me and were all ears wondering about my trip home....not that I was able to say much...a week of English kind of got to my Spanish (especially because it was about 11:00 PM by then), haha. Then when we got back to our house, Liz was here with her friend Frank who we have hung out with a couple of times and there were more hugs and smiles. It was really good to come back to all of that...very comforting, and reminded me that I missed everything while I was gone.

On Sunday, I went to mass, had lunch at the friary, which was great as usual. I love those friars. They crack me up. I'll have to take some pictures of them soon and put them up here :-) After lunch there, Kinzie, Liz, and I went to el Teatro Nacional to see this dance show called "Bailando en el pais del silencio," or "Dancing in the country of silence." It was modern dance, and it was really cool, but I did not understand any of it. Haha, we all tried to come up with explanations for what was going on, and none of us were really sure, and none of us had the same explanation, haha. We decided that the dancers started out as caterpillars (how on earth do you spell that word?), and then turned into butterflies (they started with these pillow things on their backs and hoodies, and then they "shed" those and started flapping...makes sense I think?), and then they were talking about sand storms and how if one aspect of the storm changes its course, it changes the whole storm. We couldn't figure out how those two went together, but it definitely is a metaphor for life we think. Right? Then the second act was all about love and how it comes in different packages and there were two men dancing together and two women and interracial "couples"...I really enjoyed that part. Then for some reason it ended with a slide show of pictures of the dancers now and them as babies? Set to that sweet version of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" that is in those Rice Krispies commercials. I love that song, so it was okay with me that it was kind of a weird show that I didn't understand. And yes, you definitely know what song I'm talking about. With the ooooooo oooooooooo ooooos.

Today I ate tuna fish and cut up tomatos for lunch. Those are two of my least favorite things to eat. Terrible. The cook at work is always trying to make me eat more, and says that I never eat, which is kind of true around her, because I just never like the food that she makes...she's a very good cook I'm sure, I just don't like her choices! She's the sweetest woman, though, and we always chat it up while I eat lunch...and I always try to take a little more than I want to make her happy :-) I'll have to take a picture of her soon so I can put that on here as well.

Also at the daycare today, my favorite kid (Dorian, the baby) kept pushing people and biting people! He is learning so very quickly from the other kids how to fight and be a brat, and I do not like it. So I'm trying to stop it while he's young (yeah, obviously my one day and a half that I'm there a week will work wonders on him), so I was making him look at me every time he did something like that and told him no very sternly. However, he normally laughed at me and then hit me or bit me. That was unfortunate. Finally though, he bit this other pretty young girl on her arm for no apparent reason very hard for a very long time, and she was screaming and crying, so I decided that the best way for him to understand that he was hurting other people and that he shouldn't do it (since he didn't seem to get it from the crying and screaming) was to bite him and see how he liked it. So I bit a child. Yikes. Not very hard of course, just so that he would get the point. He kind of just looked at me with a painful/confused expression, and I told him that is how other people feel when he does it to them. He seemed process that. He didn't bite anymore kids for the rest of the day! Success. For now. We'll see how he's doing on Friday. Perhaps I should not tell too many people that I bit a child? Hmmm...

That reminds me, I also learned the word for "boo-boo" today (like when a kid gets hurt and they call it a boo-boo)....it's an "ayayay"...how fun is that?