Today I said "Buenos Dias Senior" to the ChickenMan, which means I now will say good morning, every morning to him. I got an enthusiastic wave and returned greeting, as well as a good look at my favorite character. Picture an emaciated Wasserman in a t-shirt. Something in his eyes reminded me of Steve, who happens to be another favorite of mine. To be clear, my mental favorite list is based entirely on respect; I would never be intrigued otherwise. I totally respect Steve, and I totally respect the ChickenMan.
I've also bravely spoken en espanol, even when I really am super buried and my words are painfully slow.
I caught a hairy spider.
I did a back dive off the dock.
And I'm chilling out. Just in time for Costa Rican Mother's Day (tomorrow, yay me!).
The guys? They are on each other's nerves, but I see stuff worth sharing. Max's caring relationships with all of the animals here, are completely endearing. I really do think he would be a lovely pet owner.
Nate's diving and unflinching wave play has really impressed me. It's a triumph for Nate to attack and ride, while everything in his mind screams abort! run! Owning his physical strength and coordination. This is a big deal.
Not to mention that both boys play with Ernesto in mixed English-Spanish. They splash chanting "Donde esta?!" "En la cara!" "Los Sientos!" "Es mio!" and "Bombe!" Nothing fluent or even close, but it's something. It's small effort. Ernesto's english and patience are wow-great, and the guys are trying to reciprocate; totally appreciative of his hard work. But, like, this is a Nate quote, "I am actually a phantasmo, Ernesto, ok? Bueno?"
See? Spanish! We're working on it.
Tomorrow I've been promised a bicker-free day, a mask dive below the dock and a festival in Cartagena to celebrate Mother's Day. Looking forward to whatever tomorrow holds.
Comforter curtains
Perro bravo
Hills of Catalinas