I am trying to plow my way through the 5th Harry Potter book in Spanish. It's taken me three weeks so far and I am only in the 200s. But if anyone brings up wands, spells, owls or lightning-shaped scars in conversation, I AM SET! The book is from the local library here and I cannot say enough about how wonderful it is to have a library nearby. Last year when we were here we spent at least 3 hours a week there. We have a busier life this time around but we still love the staff, books and free WiFi.
I went back to Minnesota recently and I:
1. had a hard time throwing toilet paper in the toilet (versus in the waste basket beside the toilet).
2. assumed the power had gone out when the garage door opener didn't seem to work one day (I hadn't hit it hard enough).
3. slept astonishingly well with no roosters, dogs or kids to wake me.
What else do I want to say? A month ago we moved into a (much) smaller, cheaper place. Our other place was very fancy and although we miss the view (and the microwave) we are a 3-minute walk from the kids' school, we live next door to a girl in Ari's class so I can ask her mother when I don't understand the homework, and we have extra cash to go out to eat/go swimming at local hotels more often. Ari is doing well in school and Calhoun is his charming self. Calhoun asked me the other day what "Que lindo!" meant. I explained it meant, "So handsome" and he immediately shot back, "No, 'Que guapo!' is 'So handsome." I explained that "Que lindo" meant something more like "How pretty!" but for a boy but he didn't really accept that explanation.
And what about the lechero??? Same guy from our last neighborhood. It took me a couple of weeks to figure out when he wends his donkey-cart through this neighborhood but now I know (8:20- the water guy comes around about 11) and we are kept in milk.
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