Nelí, Ian and I were just finishing up lunch when we heard the music and fireworks begin. I innocently poked my head out the door to watch the parade pass by, and Ian and I were subsequently swept away into the dancing throng of our Peruvian neighbors. I barely had time to slip on my shoes.
“Do you have children, Mrs. Amanda?”
“No, not yet. Maybe someday. Mr. Ian and I have one dog, though. His name is Wilson.”
As I continue to write vocabulary on the chalkboard, I decide to add Wilson to my family tree. The children giggle, and then one says:
“Mrs. Amanda, it’s the same here in Perú. Dogs are part of our family, too.”
That kid is getting an A.
So, a few days before Christmas, it was beginning to feel like Christmas. I was stuffed full of Panetón and hot chocolate. We had Christmas music and a little Christmas tree. However, we were experiencing “technical difficulties.”
It was about a week before Christmas, and it just didn’t feel like Christmas. Maybe it was the lack of busy shopping centers, buy-all-of-these-things-for-your-kid commercials, and ugly Christmas sweater parties. Or, maybe it was that realization that Ian and I wouldn’t see our family and friends for Christmas….