We ate breakfast a little later than usual. The others packed up their stuff and said
their goodbyes to Doña Celia. We spent
the morning at La Villa, before they said goodbye to the kids. I kept having to explain that I was not
leaving and would be back in the evening.
I went with the others to the airport. It was useful to see how things will go for
my flight home on Monday. I was truly
sad to see them go. We exchanged email
addresses and hugs. Folks said that we
should do a reunion next year and bring Susie, but I'm skeptical it will
happen. On the other hand, Amy and Walker
are the kind of people who make things happen.
I returned to La Morada for lunch and my final lesson
with Reginaldo. We worked more on
reflexive verbs like gustar and doler.
They are really useful words and I think I understand them pretty well now. I paid him $160 for the eight days of
lessons. I still speak very slowly and
don't understand as much as I would like, but I feel like I've learned a lot. The key will be to try and practice with
Rosetta Stone or something.
I ended the lesson early and Susanna picked up me with
her husband, Roberto, and her little daughter, Anabela. We got to La Villa just as the third station
of the cross started. Amistad did the
first half of the stations of the cross and La Ciudad de Niños, the second half. Many of our houses have no older boys, so our
stations often had girls with beards painted on their faces acting the male
roles. Many of them seemed to be girls I
knew, so I kidded them that they now had beards like me. The whole experience was an odd combination
of cute and sacred, Catholic and street fair, and chaos and solemnity. I took lots of pictures with my good camera.
When I returned for a late dinner, La Morada really felt
empty. I fear that these last few days
will be lonely.
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