A little background information: Mamá Tica's father is 90 years old and he is very ill with cancer. There are 3 sisters, so every third month, Mamá Tica cares for her dad. Days are fine for him--yesterday he ate everything on his plate, and cake and ice-cream all by himself for his Father's Day dinner and was in very good spirits. Nights are rough, because he moans in pain, calls out for people, but there is little anybody can do to ease his pain without drugging him to sleep. It hurts my heart to hear him in pain.
Last night at 1 am, I woke up to abuelito's gritos "FERNANDO FERNANDO FERNANDOOOOOOO" (Fernando is one of my hermanos ticos) Fernando lives on the other side of the house, so I was wondering why abuelito was calling for Fernando when Mamá Tica was in the same room with abuelito. Then I heard "me caí" (I fell.) In an instant, everyone in the house was in his and Mamá Tica's room. Needless to say, there was a lot of commotion, confusion, and talking going on. Fernando and Juan Carlos rushed him to the hospital in San José. Then at 5 am I awoke to more commotion: they had finally arrived home.
Fernando and I talked over breakfast and he said because of where he hit his head when he fell, he is suffering from "temporary dimentia." I saw him this afternoon when I returned home from school. He was sitting in his wheel chair, asleep and had a decent sized bandage on his head (where he got stitches). So for those of you reading this, please put the Gonzalez family in your prayers. Needless to say, the whole household, myself included, was exhausted today.
We got a new student in class today. His name is Javier, yes, Javier. His mom is from Mexico and his dad is from Puerto Rico. Spanish was his first language and he attended bilingual school until third grade. He's fluent, so I have no idea why Javier is in a class to learn Spanish. Any ideas? I've got none. He says he wants to learn how to write better in Spanish. Probably a dumb question, but if you can speak fluently and use grammar correctly when speaking, why can't you just write what you say onto paper? Yo no sé.
Because we had a new student, we all had to introduce ourselves and tell our life stories. When it was my turn I said "Me llamo es Morgan." Jesús about had a heart attack. Here I am in the highest class that Intercultura offers and I said "Me llamo ES Morgan." I blame this on my lack of sleep, because I learned this in Spanish One, on the first day! Ay caramba.
Anyways Intercultura is bursting at the seams now. Several large groups arrived over the weekend, so it is no longer the quiet little refuge it was last week. Now, I am weasling my way through a throng of people just to get through the reception area to get a cup of coffee. It's as if I'm walking in the streets of New York...no me gusta. There are so many people that there was a shortage of teachers today! Apparently, one called in sick, so the teacher that my classmates and I were supposed to have this week covered for the sick teacher, so we were back with Jesús, who was kind of teaching two classes at once, because Cailin and I are in advanced 6 and before Javier came, we had a student from Advanced 1 in our class because he didn't have a teacher either. Mucha locura hoy.
On a brighter note, I have to share this photo. Last night after dinner I came into my room and as I turned on the light, this is what I saw:
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| Gia y Angie |
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