It can be tough getting lunch together after a two hour Spanish class, especially when Daisy is not playing ball, and you have the slowest oven in the world. Daisy has just learnt to hold up her arms when she wants to be lifted up, and is NOT happy to be put in her seat when she could be having a cuddle, I’m torn between trying to make lasagne, chopping up bananas for pudding, making bread and carrying her around.
By the time Paul comes back three quarters of an hour late from his Spanish class, I’m frazzled, tearful and have béchamel sauce in my hair. Never mind, at least our guests turn out to be very nice, and kind about my beginners’ Spanish.
Sophia and Raul live out on a ranch in Teopisca, which sounds fantastic. They have chickens, pigs and other animals, and seem to have a very nice life here. I sigh, thinking about London, but I know we have to go back.
Still, it’s fun to discuss their charity and Chozita possibly sharing a building, which would be a great solution to the current problem with Chozita (i.e. what to do when Paul goes back to the UK and can’t run things). He has created a great bunch of people who want to help out with the kids in a really short space of time, which is really cheering. San Cristobal is that sort of place though, word gets around and lots of people want to help out… they also all seem to know each other, which is impressive. This really is a very small city.
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