My host family is so happy to share their life with me and my roommate, Daphne. They showed us beautiful clothes they made-- some by hand and some by sewing machine with cross stitched, painted, crocheted, or other seen decorations. They took us out to eat 'American food' at the market. We got hamburgers and hotdogs (both chicken), French fries, and a coke from a food cart. It smelled just like the state fair. When we got 'home', we sat outside where it was cooler with the breeze & talked. They shared photos of a family vacation and videoes of cultural events using their laptop and projector like a home theatre. They laugh a lot and it's nice to see people happy and enjoying life.
They have been very giving people-- sharing their time, ideas, and finances with us. They provide more than enough food for us, give us the only room with air conditioning, carry my way-too-big suitcase, leave work daily to bring us breakfast & get us where we need to be on time. I could not have asked for kinder or more interesting people to take care of us. I couldn't effectively say 'thank you' in English - more less in Spanish.
On Tuesday, our host parents weren't able to join us for the celebratory fiesta because they were busy with other tasks. The dad was busy cooking a pIg for a family reunion happening Wednesday. He and his brothers all learned this skill from his dad. The mom was sewing a flag to represent their family that they would carry in a parade of sorts At the reunion. The daughter went with us to the fiesta for a short while. Just before we left, I overheard the daughter ask her mom if should could wear a little makeup and her mom nicely said no. Then we had a limited-in-words yet universal conversation about being a mom. No matter where you go, sometimes things are always the same.