Wow! what an interesting weekend that I had. My Ecuadorian family was probably the nicest set of grandparents in the world! Aside from my own. After presenting them with the chocolate cake, we were fast friends which only adds further proof to my theory that any woman in any culture loves chocolate. When we got to their house we sat down to a nice snack of bread and hot chocolate. We talked for a few minutes before their daughter who lives next door came over with her family. Her two children were truly a highlight. The four year old named anilla, showed me how she could count in english. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9! I think that when I was four years old, I also probably missed a few numbers, in my own language.
I went to bed with a full belly, eagerly looking forward to the next day. Saturday was busy! Abuelita (little grandma) as I called her owns her own meat business. I was overjoyed to help her in her workshop moving raw meat, and preparing raw meat, and touching raw meat. it was raw. I also helped Abuelito (Little grandpa) with some important paperwork and washing the cars. The food was excellent including a contraband ice cream bar. We were told to never eat ice cream that was not packaged, because it has no health accountability. When Abueltio and I walked three miles to an ice cream store, I did not know how to say no. So, I didn't. It did taste good, but today I hav felt sick all day. I am not certain if it was the ice cream or not. but it hurts so good!
I was sad to say goodbye to them, but was pleased that they asked me for my cell phone number and e-mail adress. It would seem that they enjoyed my visit as well. They have also opened their house to me if I ever return to Ecuador. that makes two countries that I have free housing in if I choose to go! Typically people really are excellent. Unless they have a toothache. then all bets are off.
I have lots of homework to finish, er start in a minute. I could do it, if only it were in English! Then again, I still would not want to.
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Sounds so neat! I have fond memories of my host family in Romania. Years later I think of them and know I would be welcomed back...which is a pretty cool connection!
ReplyDeleteMmmmm...chocolate cake.