Television Marathons, The Boys at Hogar de Nazaret and An Accurate Premonition
Well. First thing is first, I'm back in the everyday routine (except with a slight change, which is 'Criminal Minds Marathon' night. They actually put five episodes of CM's on back to back on thursdays now, and Az and I are going to watch them. All. (Y))
Secondly, I'm getting my first taste of English teaching. Every thursday (yes, thursdays are the big day) teaching at the children's shelter :)
Thirdly, talking of the children's shelter, Tony and Francis have grown. Tony was already taller than me before Christmas (and he only turned fifteen on Sunday, for crying out loud) and he's getting close to 5,11. It's rather funny, because he gets pissed off that people - girls, more like - stare at him. (I'm too embarassed to point out that it's basically he looks like a young, slightly darker haired Brad Pitt.)
And Francis is as tall as me. What have they fed him? He's eleven! We had such fun practicing his English - because he decided that for the whole two hours I was there, I had to talk to him in English. We got so confused, but it appears to have helped with his pronounciation somewhat.
I suspect he has a bit of a crush on me. And I'm not in the slightest bit freaked out - it's normal after all, he's at 'that age'. On the contrary, I find it rather endearing and adorable. You should see him bound towards me when I arrive and kiss me on the cheeks, and he gave me a bracelet because he found it and 'didn't really have anyone else to give it to...the girls in my class are annoying'. ^_^
(I'm really going to miss all these children when I have to leave. In fact, I think they are going to be the hardest people to say goodbye to.)
Fourthly, I'm going to get ill. Lord knows I don't want to, but Az has a really bad cold (bordering on flu, though like any Spanish person she blows it off and gets on with life as if nothing, apart from the occasional 'me cago en la puta' remark.) Also, yesterday at the shelter I spent a long time holding baby Raul, and he's coughing loads. (Thing is, everytime I put him down he'd cry. And then Tony made him cry because he did that 'cross eyed' face at him. Boys will be boys.) Christina and Isa have also been ill, (it appears Marina has not, apparently she's more or less immune to illness, damn the woman), so inevitably, I'm the next person in the chain.
Secondly, I'm getting my first taste of English teaching. Every thursday (yes, thursdays are the big day) teaching at the children's shelter :)
Thirdly, talking of the children's shelter, Tony and Francis have grown. Tony was already taller than me before Christmas (and he only turned fifteen on Sunday, for crying out loud) and he's getting close to 5,11. It's rather funny, because he gets pissed off that people - girls, more like - stare at him. (I'm too embarassed to point out that it's basically he looks like a young, slightly darker haired Brad Pitt.)
And Francis is as tall as me. What have they fed him? He's eleven! We had such fun practicing his English - because he decided that for the whole two hours I was there, I had to talk to him in English. We got so confused, but it appears to have helped with his pronounciation somewhat.
I suspect he has a bit of a crush on me. And I'm not in the slightest bit freaked out - it's normal after all, he's at 'that age'. On the contrary, I find it rather endearing and adorable. You should see him bound towards me when I arrive and kiss me on the cheeks, and he gave me a bracelet because he found it and 'didn't really have anyone else to give it to...the girls in my class are annoying'. ^_^
(I'm really going to miss all these children when I have to leave. In fact, I think they are going to be the hardest people to say goodbye to.)
Fourthly, I'm going to get ill. Lord knows I don't want to, but Az has a really bad cold (bordering on flu, though like any Spanish person she blows it off and gets on with life as if nothing, apart from the occasional 'me cago en la puta' remark.) Also, yesterday at the shelter I spent a long time holding baby Raul, and he's coughing loads. (Thing is, everytime I put him down he'd cry. And then Tony made him cry because he did that 'cross eyed' face at him. Boys will be boys.) Christina and Isa have also been ill, (it appears Marina has not, apparently she's more or less immune to illness, damn the woman), so inevitably, I'm the next person in the chain.