Chickens and cows and Spanish, oh my!!

My phone rang this morning, and it was from District of Columbia. It was Carly!! They must route the calls through the capital. So she says she is living with a host family that is a mom and a dad, and she can't tell who else lives there. The family homes are so close, and the kids and people move from abode to abode so freely, she isn't sure who belongs to who. Her spanish "isn't as good as I thought". Her host mom refuses to translate "you'll learn the hard way how to speak" "throw your dictionary away". She says they feed her every hour, a mixture of milk, cheese and cornbread that they fry, and they just sit and watch her eat. She keeps saying "no mas". Her host mom packed her a huge amount of food for training today in her lunch. I will let her tell you about it, it's funny. The weather is hot, and a rooster woke her up this morning, a cow was looking in her window, and the chickens run around in the house. Sounds great. She has running water, but only cold, and very low water pressure. She thinks this is just fabulously rustic and she's loving it.  All's well. She will have a phone number next week, and she fairly steady internet access right now. It was great to hear her to excited and adventurous, but not surprising. Post a comment, she loves them.  Margo