I have been doing a lot of nodding today. My host mom Kattia picked me up at the hotel this morning and greeted me in English. I was silently thrilled that I wouldn´t be lost with my crappy Spanish. About a block away from the hotel she told me that once we finished introductions and a tour of the house it would be Spanish only from this point out. I silently swore.
Kattia´s padre and I (I haven´t figured out his name yet) have been getting along great. He takes care of the kids during the afternoons here at Kattia´s house. Today while Kattia left for the airport we had tea and I showed him a book of pictures from Minneapolis and Saint Paul. I wanted to explain that in Minnesota there is lots of snow and ask him if in La Paz there is snow. I couldn´t think of the word for snow, so I said ¨blanco en la [wave arms around and point to air]¨. It didn´t work. He nodded, I nodded, we both couldn´t understand one another.
We did have one success. Through my broken Spanish I managed to tell him that I have two grandmothers and also a great-grandmother (bisabuela). He said it was admirable and that I must have a familia fuerte (strong family). I like that, hell yeah I have a familia fuerte.
Tonight another volunteer arrives bringing the total to three. It will be nice to have a diversion from the constant Spanish. I find myself spacing out while people are talking to me. I think it is my brain slowly shutting down in protest. Monday I start at the School for the Deaf.