|HUGGING BIG SISTER'S LEG.|
We tried to get the very talkative Martina to say my name, but Mitchell is not an easy one for toddlers, even English-speaking toddlers. (My friends' daughter called me "Ditch" for months. She eventually started to get the idea that the consonant "M" was pronounced by pressing the lips together. Unfortunately, it took her a while to not start off with a "B." So, it went downhill from "Ditch.")
Whenever Jessica would ask Martina in Spanish what my name was or who gave her the books, she would respond, "ése" ("that," as in "that one").
So, Jessica turned to Martina and told her my name was Miguel and then asked her to say it.
Martina responded, "Miguel." But she quickly commented, "Él no se llama Miguel. ¡Él se llama Michi!" ("His name isn't Miguel. His name is Michi.")
Oh, I almost forgot to mention: I told Martina that her hair was very beautiful. She agreed. Then she looked into my eyes and said very gravely in Spanish, "You don't have hair." When I responded, equally gravely, "No, I don't." She told me it was OK because, "... you have hair on your face."
This post is dedicated to Martina and other sweet things.
|IN A BAKERY WINDOW OUTSIDE THE ZOO.|
|SWEET CREPES AT CAFE EL NOVENTA.|
|PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS GIVING JESSICA GIFTS, LIKE LARGE BOXES OF CHOCOLATES.|
SHE COULDN'T EAT THEM ALL... SO SHE GAVE ME FOUR!
|SAN GERALDO SAID IF I WAS HAVING CHOCOLATE, THEN SO WAS HE.|
HE HAD JESSICA ADD A BIT OF ICE CREAM TO A BOWL OF SAUCE.
|AND SPEAKING OF SAN GERALDO...|
... He's confection. Goodness knows.