I thought I’d leave you with a little story about one of my classes that I’m teaching. My youngest group of students consists of five little seven year old girls. They are so cute and yet so devilish. Two of them are named Ana and they are trying their hardest to teach me Catalan while I’m trying to teach them English. Anyway, we were learning the names of family members the other day (mother, father, sister, brother…) when Ana Somalo (the shorter of the two) got up from her chair and walked over to me. In a sad little voice she said something in Spanish that I didn’t quite make out. I asked her to repeat what she said and she looked directly into my eyes and told me that her grandmother had died just a few days ago. Then she bowed her head. I wasn’t quite sure what to do. I put my hand on her shoulder and told her that I was very sorry. I asked her if she was alright or if she wanted to step outside for a minute. She then looked up again with a huge smile on her face and told me she was just kidding! She skipped back to her chair laughing and explained that if she had really died she would be crying and not just sad. I should know better. Ugh. I scraped my heart up off the floor and then taught them aunt, uncle, cousin, etc.
So there you have it. Still alive (me and Señora Somalo). Still enjoying myself. Imagining how long it took me to write this epic saga of an email, take a few seconds and let me know what’s new and exciting in your life. I can’t wait to hear.
Life or bust,
Josh
