Not quite my Home Alabama

My family now lives in Brewton, Alabama so here I am. I'm visiting and packing and watching Seinfeld with my family. I'm picking blackberries with Dad, meeting people with Matt and cooking and talking with Mom.

Nanny passed away several months ago but I'm still getting used to her not being here. It just doesn't feel right. What's the good in being in Alabama when there are no grandmas? I'll find out eventually I guess...

It's been nice to rest for a few days but not really. I'm bored. Ellen says it's because I can't, "Just be." Well I say we weren't meant to just be!

Despite the nagging feeling that tells me I need to learn how to slow down I'm excited to get going this Friday, here's the docket:

Go visit Rhonda and the girls for a day

Lexington for a week including Molly's bachelorette party and wedding, whoop!

Begin Road Trip:

--Mount Rushmore

--White Water Rafting in WY

--Yellowstone

--Take Dawn to sambica-yes!!!

--The Redwoods

--San Fransisco - visit Golden Gate Seminary

--Drive down The Big Sur (Highway 1)

--LA

Go to Texas for Coach's wedding/sambica reunion!

Come home for a day or two and pack

JUNE 15: Move to Puerto Rico to live with the Garcia's

I guess I should rest a bit.

La Gringa!

My friend Julia from SAMBICA is in CR this semester too. We met up Sunday and went to church with some friends of mine. I enjoyed the service because many of the songs were American praise songs with the words switched to spanish. It was nice to know what I was singing to the Lord. After the service there was a picnic. We shared food and the men played soccer. I desperately wanted to play but had on a dress and nice flip flops.
Julia and I decided to be bold and try to speak with some of the Ticas at the picnic, we were excited to be invited to play soccer with them. Still a bad idea but I tied a jacket around my waiste and went for it. At one point someone on the opposite team stopped the game and brought to everyone's attention the fact that all girls over the age of 10 had left my team aside from me. It was a bunch of people my age against "Los niños y la gringa" (kids and the white girl). But no one on the other team would switch to the bad team. I spent the rest of the game hearing "La gringa! A la gringa!" and trying to encourage my team of niños with the little spanish I have.