Lunes, Agosto 31ish

The fotos are of Saturday dinner, a castle that Gabriella (Rosemary's Daughter( I know) is artistic and was making it for her nephew) made, half of cake that Rosemary made for her birthday, Sunday dinner (awesome fish and shrimp made by Rosemary's son Francisco), and tonight's dinner (notice the camera angle change for EBeth, is that better or worse? the soup was a type of squash, guava juice, you cannot really see the tuna).

Today was long; I was tired and I did not feel well. Listless might be a good word.

(I put little thought to remind me. I had planned to erase them, but they seemed amusing so I am leaving them...)

Chinese guy:

I met this Chinese guy when I went to Jaco 2 weekends ago. Well, he showed up at the language school. His Spanish is pretty good (he also speaks English, French, Mandarin, and Shanghai). I took him to my soda, and we talked. He is going back to Spain next week because he prefers learning Spanish in Spain. I get the impression that he is more affluent than I.

Rosemary's birthday:
the 30th was Rosemary's birthday so the whole house was a buzz. I have not seen Marcella in a few days. I found out that she is in Utah getting treatment for her back problems. Please say some prayers.

her husband:

Rosemary's husband surprised her by flying in on Saturday from where he lives in Arizona. He seems nice and speaks a little English (that is not why he seems nice though). She said she had not seen him in like 9 years. I do not understand the situation, at first I thought that they were divorced, but now I think that he works and sends money back home. But he is kind of old. It strange, and I don't want to pry, so invent you own mystery. he told me this story where he applied to a Wells Fargo with a fake green card, was hired, but then fired when they found out his forgery. Then he applied again and was hired in Utah (apparently this is impossible for Wells Fargo to hire anyone with a fake green card). then the Utah people were all laid off, but some were called in to work in Arizona. He even got a raise int he process (even though this is impossible). Apparently, he had a stroke, but is fine (which is impossible, are you detecting the pattern of his stories yet?). He just kept saying how this or that was impossible except through God and that I wouldn't believe him, I couldn't believe him. He kept winking and then pausing and staring. I want to say it was the language culture barrier, but it was just weird, almost creepy.

Monse:

She is the adorable granddaughter of Rosemary that visits me usually in the evenings. She always has to get into my stuff. She is so precious. She does listen when told. And she has started climbing into my lab and blowing a strategically placed kiss every once in a while. I told her that she is melting my heart. I asked her mom why she was so mature for a 2 year old. her mom started laughing. She told em that Monse tells everyone that she is 2, even though she is really 3 and a half. What a stinker.

I am leaving for Guacimo Thursday. I need to pack and ship some things off tomorrow. the prologue of my adventure is almost over.

I sent my family in Washington state post cards. I had a nice talk with the parents. I talked to Paul for a few minutes to get an address to send him a book I bought him.

God is good. God is good. God is good. God is good.

I don't know if that's for me or you.