We ate cake on the first day. Still don’t really know why. I was afraid to ask. Wanted to break down crying the whole time. Instead I ate the cake. It was delish.
Then talked to the grandpa about his running which made me feel better. Wish there was a race in the city to run with him but the marathon here isn’t til august. Watched mission impossible in Spanish.
Went to help “mama” in the kitchen. She was quite happy. I dried dishes and she taught me how to make tortillas. I was terrible but we laughed together and I felt so much better. I even got to eat dinner alone in heavenly silence! And it was chicken soup! And then their cute little dog chaco and I played. Staying strong.