Mango Juice

It really is the small things in life that count. Knowning that someone thought about you matters more than whatever it is they give you. Of course the fabulous jewlery I got for my birthday is gorgeous, but I swear the Mango Juice abuelo (one of the grandpas, abuelo is granpa in spanish) has for me whenever I visit him makes me feel just as special. I´m not really sure where the idea came from (probably something I said about mango´s when I first got here, A very typical exchange student experience, the one word you know becomes your ´favorite food´, one of the girls I know now has her family thinking she´s CRAZY abotu strawberry icecream jaja!!).

I´ve had a few very serious revelations lately. First of all life is fragil, seeing Tita (my great aunt here, who lives next door and has parkinsons) slowly loose her ability to walk alone, to dress herself, and now even to feed herself makes you realize that even getting up in the morning is a privelege. The other thing i´ve realized is that there are no rules. Meaning, the only thing which is obligatory in life is to eat sleep and drink water, money is a societal concept as are all of the behaviors we do besides those which are directly fufilling a physical need (even the WAY we fufil them is cultural!!).
For instance sleep, there can´t possibly be very many variatons on something so normal right? Wrong. Here, even in spain where the beds look just about the same as at home, and everyone sleeps at night (everyone is an exageration, but you know what I mean) the hours of living are different. It literally makes my host counselor and her family giggle when I go to bed at 9:30 or 10pm on a school night! For them that sthe time to start the videos before going to bed. And it´s not just because they don´t ahve to get up very early in the morning. Most of the kids in my class have the same late to bed schedule (except that they all also have to but up by 7 to be to school by 8!!). I really don´t know how they do it!
What I think we should take away from these fabulous revaltions of mine is that the world is our playground. It needs to be taken care of, of course, but there are no limits on what is possible.

Peace out and happy easter!,
Molly