A donde el viento mi lleva

Since we left SanDiego, we have been using Rosetta stone to learn Spanish.

The kids are really good about it, because, the way it's set up, it's like a game and since each person does their lessons on their own, with the computer, Kai and Hunter can't bicker about who's better at it, while they do it. For the first few weeks everyone was shy, except Jon (no surprises there), about trying out speaking it with actual Mexican people but after five weeks, we all are jumping in.

Here's the thing about learning Spanish in Mexico, Mexicans are AWESOME.  

They take huge pride in their country and if you show the slightest interest in their language, food, history, towns, wildlife, sports teams or music, they all become your maestros. They could care less how limited your vocabulary is, or how badly conjugated your verbs are, the fact that you are trying and showing an interest, is enough to get you in and Latinos let you IN. They are the warmest people I have ever met.  They like their music LOUD, they all sing all the time, they have amazing food, they ALL have kids, they love to dance and eat and take siestas...and they love to TALK. Everywhere we have been, we try our best to communicate in Spanish and even though it's pretty pathetic, we certainly are learning more everyday. The kids get it now, that when you are in someone else's country and you thank them, or tell them how delicious your dinner was, or ask them if the fish are biting, and you say it their language, you make a new amigo everyday.

The divine Miss H.