The weekend in full / Catastrophe in Arcos Iris

(Greg)

Well, remember that last post when I wrote about how Jesus couldn't make it to class? Remember when I mentioned that I successfully (however boringly) made it through two of his English classes? Oh, that was an enjoyable day. And by "enjoyable" I mean "not-exactly-what-I-am-cut-out-to-do-so-I-was-thoroughly-ecstatic-that-it-was-only-for-that-day." Oh school.

I had a really optimistic moment last week that I forgot to include in the last post: Spanish. Backstory: we are all renting our apartment from two teachers (one from Suzy's school, and one from mine). The woman that works at Suzy's school has a very thick Andalucian accent so she omits the 's's from most words. This coupled with the Spanish lisp can make it quite difficult to understand said person and, well, I had no idea that she was really speaking a language when I first met her (end backstory). Fast forward to the day before the last post and I walked up to Suzy's school to get an idea of groceries for the week. While I was talking with my wife, this woman came up. Now, I hadn't spoken with her since we moved here and we mentioned a few words to each other and I realized that it was a language she was speaking. She spoke it so well it seemed as if there were things like rules and grammar. The words seemed to change depending upon things like meaning and subject. I was dancing in a field where letters sprouted like dandelions and butterflies carried banners of words around to form proper sentences. It was a whimsical time and it was really encouraging to see that things are slowly moving forward. I suppose I can make pretty large goals for myself and I often try to rush things which leads to frustration.

So, while we're on the subject of Spanish. The King of Spain totally told Hugo Chavez to shut up a week ago during a Spanish-speaking countries hearing of some sort. Chavez was interrupting Spain's President and talking badly about the previous President so the King literally interrupted Chavez with "Why don't you shut up?!" Not very Kingly but I have to hand it to the man for backing up the President. And he totally deserved it.

So, back to Jesus. He's in the hospital. I was notified this morning that he fell down some stairs and I believe that he actually bruised his brain and is in the ICU (or if you are Spanish or an English dyslexic the UCI). I say "I believe" because my understanding of Spanish medical terminology just is ::cue Rob's scrunched not-up-to-par face:: not exactly up to par. So, not good. He was supposed to go on an excursion this week somewhere, too. Hope he gets better.

To round out the weekend and satisfy the title of this entry: drank tea with other Auxiliares from surrounding towns and bought some wicked cool European clothes.

All done in under 483 words.