Sunday, April 29

Yes, I curled my hair (slept in my sponge curlers...one of the simlest ways to deal with hair, really) and vainly took pictures of myself this a.m. But because the curls slowly fall throughout the day, I thought someone should witness the initial Shirley Temple look…

Today I after church, I also went to eat with Margarita at her conference for comida. They meet in this place here which leads to the garden/patio where we ate. Apparently, many people who have conferences in Guanajuato meet here.

The ladies that I spoke with at the pink table are R to L: Esme (or Esmeralda), can’t remember the next pink girl’s name, Poncho, Susi, little Margarita, the bigger Margarits (my host mom), and Myrna. They were all delightful ladies, and we chatted the whole time. They complimented me on my Spanish many times, and frankly, I really understood them well. I thought to myself that my Spanish is pretty darn good. I even cracked a few jokes that every laughed at and added to (you know it’s good when everyone keeps the joke going.) But then later tonight as I listened to Margarita chat to Dante, Flaco, and Valeria (her children), I understood very little. I’d like to say that they mumble and talk fast, but that’s not a good excuse. So then I felt back in my place of feeling a little alienated by still present language barrier. But now I’d just call it the language sheet.

PS. 27 days until I come home!