The clocks went back this weekend and even though I had an extra hour I feel pretty tired. One of the Ángels was zonked out today with some kind of lurgy which I hope I haven’t picked up. All of a sudden, last night, I felt as if I could speak Spanish, so I put it to the test this morning. Whether I made much sense or not I don’t know, but I was certainly talking more and, I guess, just felt a bit more confident about it in general. I think it part talking to Eva in English all weekend made me realise that it doesn’t matter if I get it all wrong – Eva speaks English really confidently, but makes lots of mistakes which don’t matter as I know what she’s trying to say. So, it matters not if I say “Me is lady of England small” they’ll know what I mean! Mexicans in general are pretty understanding/tolerant of the hash foreigners make of their language – not like being in France!
Some of the boys worked too fast, but I think all quite enjoyed it. Nice atmosphere. It’s the ‘cultural norm’ to be more tactile here, so when you put your arm round one of the kids no-one is going to cry “child abuse” which, quite frankly, is nice and how life should be. I’m at that point with the group now, we’re all quite relaxed with each other and there’s micky taking on both sides (basically I just pull faces, and mimic their voices – and they do pretty much the same!)
Gelos left me with Olivia the petrified-or-bored-looking German girl, who looked petrified and/or bored all session. Early days for her. She’s staying with a family in Cholula, but it’s a pretty brave thing to do, to come to a foreign country for a year aged 17.
I’m now, once again at the Italian Coffee Company drinking very nice hot chocolate, which has done me the world of good, and utilising the free internet.
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