¡Buen Provecho!

No matter how much Spanish I learned in Antigua, I had the hardest time understanding my host mother, Dora. (Yes, just like Dora the Explorer). It took me forever just to figure out "Buen Provecho", which means "good benefit" and is like saying "bon appetit". She was the oddest woman. She would cook for us three times a day, six days a week and when the meal was served a little bell would ring and all who were staying there would mush in like cattle. Now there were two very simple rules: first, you are always on time and, second, you always clean your plate. A girl broke rule number two and was served smaller portions for the remainder of her THREE WEEKS! haha. Oh Dora...

First Day of School!

I never knew that the teachers could be more nervous than the students. Monday was only a half day but still I knew that I had to make a good, tough impression on these kids or it was only a matter of time until they drive me out of here. I've been told that bees and 8th graders can smell fear and I was determined to fool them all with my confident and strong attitude. Although knowing if I succeeded is still a ways off, one student did raise her hand sheepishly only to ask "Are you a nice guy?". In my head I couldn't help but burst out laughing but it took all my strength to hold it together. All in all, the first day was a success! (I even dressed the part!!)