Oct 10, 2007
May 15, 2008
One of my favorite pictures that I didnīt take was of Elena. Elena is the 6 year old daughter of the family I stayed with for 1.5 days. She immediately took to me, sitting up close and rattling off how to use the remote. She was the one reason I was sad to go. One day I was walking past her house and that of her cousins and she comes running up to me beaming and gives me a huge hug. The next day she runs past me yelling "Hola, Buenos Dias" and clearly on a mission. About 10 minutes later I walk past her returning home and she has a piece of fruit that she is eating in one hand, with dripping juice down her chin, and a huge knife in the other. Elena walks pass me and waves with another fabulous smile. One that I will have to keep in my head.