I only have 8 minutes until I need to go pick Ruben up from school. I woke him up this morning by saying "Buenos Dias." He automatically said, "¿Como estas?" I told him he needed to get up. He said, "Why?" I told him he had to go to school. That was all it took. He sat up and said, "I LOVE my school!"
Edgar (surprisingly) has different ideas than I do. Last night we walked to the really old, residential part of town. His friend, Jose Cruz, lives there in a cement/rock house he inherited from his grandparents. They are so poor and very nice. On their street a teenager was riding a burro--right there in town. I wanted to take a picture, but Edgar forbade me.
Here are some pictures I was able to take. This is Sunday night show-off time when everyone gussies (is that how you spell it?) and walks around the plaza. I was surprised Edgar let Lili wear shorts. They didn´t quite seem formal enough.
This is the back of Edgar´s dad´s house, under the mandarin orange tree. They are so delicious. We brought home a bunch of them. Do you think the men in this family will ever learn to smile?
Finally, a toilet at the bus station in Guadalajara. We had to pay 4 pesos to use it. Toilet paper cannot go down the drain here. It will get clogged. I keep forgetting to put it in the little toilet paper basket. All Edgar´s family has a toilet paper basket in the bathrooms--even in the USA.
By the way, Edgar tucked some toilet paper in Lili´s backpack this morning. He said the school can´t afford TP. I can´t complain. They´re educating our child at absolutely no cost to us.
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