el dia de los muertes

Today is the day when everyone goes to the cemetary and puts flowers on the graves of their loved ones. Not only is it really pretty, I think it's really nice to have this day to get together to contemplate death and remember the people who have passed on.

I thought of my teacher from 4th and 5th grade, Yolanda Gonzalez. In a way, if it wasn't for her, I probably wouldn't be here. She was the first person to really emphasize how beautiful and amazing and important languages are. And she taught me to believe in myself, as corny as that sounds. If I didn't believe in myself or think that learning Spanish was beautiful and amazing and important, I'd probably be someplace very different.

For that, I am eternally grateful. And I'm grateful for today, el dia de los muertes, for helping remember all this.

either my new host mom is a murderer or...

so when I first met my host mom, she definately had a little boy with her. his name was David or something. and he was really cute. And i THOUGHT that she said he was her son. But it has definately been three days I have not seen him since.

Conclusion number one: he was an extended family member and not a son.

Conclusion number two: my family are baby eaters.