Children's Hospital and Spanish Lessons

As this has been an evolving adventure, our Spanish classes have now begun in earnest, right after dinner when all we can think about is chocolate and bed- but we try! Our instructors are two 16 year old boys, one with braces, John, and one with this cell phone attached to his ear, who are so cute we want to bring them home.....Our linguistic skills are improving and they are actually a pretty funny ending to a day that has us all whipped and tired from working to get through the days in another culture and language. They are helpful, needless to say....and last night we gave them a beer which seemed to do the trick- maybe we´ll get out early tonight!

The hospital continues to be an amazing place, full of the cutest, bravest kids, on gurneys in hallways, waiting days for simple surgeries, playing all the while, smiling, working up a sweat at foosball and today, singing and dancing, when able.The under 10 year old male patient population is increasing, or certinaly not decrasing, as most if not all have grande crushes on Sarah- who can blame them???

We are spending our mornings visiting the sixth floor, where the kids are unable to come downstairs to the big playroom- mostly due to broken bones. We have been bringing puzzles and coloring books and crayons to their rooms and attempting to converse with their parents, or comfort them when mom and dad have stepped out.

Downstairs is a huge playroom for families, siblings and kids who are recovering to come and play, and for a change of scenery from their rooms. I think we are learning so much about patience and patients. We miss you guys!