It's official: my entire family has now come down to visit. Mom and Dad came over Christmas last year, James came for Easter, and David just left after his Thanksgiving visit.
We hit the beginning of his trip pretty hard and ended pretty light. Any day that I was working, I was able to get a wonderful breakfast over at the hotel.
I had school on Wednesday. So he just slept to recover from his travels. When I got home we went into town, walked around, saw a few things, and ate dinner. Thursday we wanted to go on the Canopy Tour, but it didn't pan out. Originally we thought we'd still be able to go in the afternoon, so we went to the bird park. I had my first “yeah, that's what happens when you hang out around a pissed off animal, even if you're not messing with it or even in it's vicinity—it can fly” experience when a bird flew at me, clung to my shirt, and clamped down on my arm. It was unexpected to say the least. When we found out that we would not be going to the Canopy Tour, we instead went to the ruins before they closed. All the English speaking guides were already out, but between my Spanish-ish and Cid's Spanish, we made it work. I was really excited at how much I understood for myself (sometimes even correcting details that Cid missed) but it was nice to have someone actually fluent to fill in the gaps. It was a wonderful way to spend Thanksgiving.
We were able to go on the Canopy Tour in the morning. Unfortunately for me, I made poor decisions the day before and regretted them for the rest of the night. Around 6 water became an option, and a wonderfully vital one, and by breakfast time at the hotel I was taking 30-45 minutes to eat my plate of fruit and just as long if not longer on the two plain waffles. It was all fine, as the problem was already taken care of, and most of the day's problems were simply to result of tiredness and dehydration.
Luckily, I'm better at mornings, so I was able to enjoy the tour and we just took the rest of the day easy, which was fine, because those two days combined had whipped us out.
Saturday we got up early and toured up to the pottery aldea of Llanitios. It was fun, and the guide was nice. Usually their tours are about 3 hours, but I asked for a special tour to a particular place where we then hung out, made and ate food, and chatted with Dona Lucas. We paid for the guide's food and David got some nick-nacks from her pottery wall. Then, we rode back down into town, thought the horses were rather tired by then.
Sunday was mass followed by hanging out and talking. We caught up and did a little bit of tourist shopping. We discussed the different experiences different cultures can bring to the church, but the sameness it can still retain.
Monday I went back to work, and I was in no mind to work, and the kids were in no mind to listen, and David came early in the day and all and all we were all off. We got through though, and then David and I played tourists in the shops (or I played and he embodied) and did his bit to help the local economy. I got an awesome new bag that carries my computer and all my school books and isn't my backpack. We had our last dinner, hung out for a little while, and went to bed early.
By 4:45 we were out in the morning. There were no taxis, so we walked down, with all the stuff, to the bus station. We were early, but that's fine. I waiting around until he loaded up and then walked back up the hill to finish getting ready for school. I then taught, a little more back to normal pace, had tutoring after school, walked into town for tutoring with Isaac, went to class where I talked about it all, and went home to have Sarah-is-alone time in my hammock, which is now up on my porch.
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