Yesterday

I apologize for not blogging last night. I'm safe, and so is Warren. Exhaustion prevented me from blogging, but I certainly slept well.

Yesterday was wonderful. When we arrived at LPV the kindergartners were getting ready to put on a play. Some of them ride the same bus as us, and they were in costume on the bus. One of them was sitting in front of us, and she had two friends sitting in the row across from her. They kept staring at us, whispering, and giggling. I don't know if you've ever had a 5 year old tell secrets about you and laugh, but I don't think I have. I started staring back at them. Eventually, they started speaking to me.

Invariably, all the students at LPV (especially the younger students) ask the same questions in the same order:
1. You speak English? (This is sometimes in Spanish.)
2. What is your name?
(We answer, ask their name, and ask how they are doing.)
4. I am fine, and you?
5. What is your favorite color?
6. How old are you?

I think these are questions that they've have been trained to say, but it's really cute when they ask.

We watched the play (I have pictures, but I'll have to post them later), which was completely adorable. (I'm in love with the entire kindergarten right now.) All of the parents came to watch, too. I've noticed that after we arrived we became our own advertisement. The kids would see us or talk to us, and the next day they would come and tell me they were going to take our class. When parents see us, they realize that we really are at LPV, and I think it must be good publicity for our classes. We've had so many students sign up for the Saturday program that they had to start turning students away! On Saturday morning, we have 48 students (at different times and in different classes) coming to play with us and talk in English! I hope I'm always this popular!!

Actually, it is really different to be on display all the time. I knew I would be a minority here, but except for a few adults and the people that know us, everyone openly stares at both of us. I've become a lot more aware of what I look like every day. Colombians dress similarly to Americans, except everything is tight. Even if it shouldn't be. Yesterday, I was tired of looking weird, and I wore an old pair of jeans that would fit much better if I lost a few pounds. I was complimented all day long!

I need to get ready now, so I'm going to go. I'll definitely try to blog tonight--I need to write about our trip to the supermercado with D-ita! It was fabulous, and I found quinoa, soy milk, and vegan chocolate!