On Wednesday morning, also the first day of my Spanish classes, I moved into my new home for the next 5 weeks. It took a bit to figure out who actually lived in our house with us because we were immediately bombarded with friends and family, all who were introduced as "mi hermano" or "me hermana" or "mi hijos" - my brother, my sister, or my kids. Problem being - they call everyone that here! Really, in our house, we have a mama and a papa (Paula and Claudio) and two brothers in their early twenties (Alberto and Marcos). Our sister (Claudia) lives in another house behind her parents with her two children (Asley and Alan) and a friend (Jermania), who helps take care of the kids. We just call her our sister too!
My and my roommate, Barbara. Our mama, Paula, is the pastor of a Pentacostal church that is literally connected to our house - if you open the blinds in our bedroom, you're looking inside the church.
Our little sister Asley and her friend, Paola, doing their nails with us.
It doesn't get any better than this...homework on the back porch with the cutest member of the household :-P
You're right! It doesn't get ANY better! Wonderful to see you so well! I'd better get crackin' on my Spanish so I can converse with you when you get back. Soon you'll be dreaming in Spanish! Love you!!!
ReplyDelete