Trip Start Jan 10, 2007
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My little nephew ran in the house today with a huge smile on his face. He lives up the hill from my house and has just started to make solo visits; sometimes minus a shoe, this time plus a hat. Joshua turned two years old two weeks ago, but I think he must have come out of the womb precocious. He knows exactly how cute he is and has come to the conclusion very early in life that everyone who meets him must also adore him immediately. And they do. He gets away with everything and gives out "besitos" only to those who he deems worthy, basically anyone who will play with him or make faces at him for long enough. He calls me La Muchacha when I'm not around and when I am he giggles and immediately runs into another room. He loves the chase almost as much as being scooped up and held up-side-down. This kid is destined to be a heartbreaker, he's already fondly referred to as "El Bandito" by the family. So today he ran into the kitchen with a huge smile and a new black hat. I immediately stole the hat and the game began. But as I was putting it back on his head, I had a better look at it, and there, right on the front, was a marijuana leaf. I couldn't believe it, and immediately broke out laughing, which brought the whole family over. When I told them what the pretty leaf was, they too started laughing. Not a bit perturbed that their little bandito was running around with drug paraphernalia on his head. Not that this was the first time I had seen people wearing such items, completely clueless of the meaning of their shirt. I sat across from a matronly woman wearing a shirt that said "Coaches always know how to score" for about an hour holding in giggles and wondering if I should enlighten her. In the case of el bandito, I just folded the hat so that offending (well, I guess not so offending) leaf was hidden. But then again, I guess ignorance is bliss.
The rains have started. And when I say "rain" I mean torrential downpours that last for hours. The mornings will be beautiful, warmer than they have been since I arrived, but by noon the sky clouds over with ominous black clouds. By my second afternoon class, I have to shout to be heard over the massive amounts of water pounding down on the tin roof over my head. Sometimes there will be a thunderclap and my students will let out shrieks barely audible over the drumming of the shower. How timely that we've just begun the weather in class.