Everyday I am going to try to post one reason why I love Spain! This is entry number one.
Reason 1: I love my host mom!/ ¡me encanta mi madre de anfitriona!
I say this and mean it with every fiber in my being. She is one of the sweetest people I have ever met in my life. Let me tell you all a bit about her. Her name is Inma (short for Inmaculada). She is divorced and has one son. Her son is in his 30's, married, and has two children (a boy and a girl) named Angel and Claudia. Inma watches her grandchildren on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays (the other grandmother watches them on Tuesdays and Thursdays). This works out perfectly for our schedules because I have classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and am off Tuesday and Thursday. Every night when I come home she asks me how my day was and if I want anything to eat right away, I always say no, then we discuss what she will make for dinner. Around 8 or 9 she begins making dinner and go into the kitchen and help in whatever way I can (although she always tells me she doesn't need help). We usually eat in the living room because a game show called "pasapalabra" (pass a word) is on at that time, so I set up my little table and take the water bottle out to the living room. She usually always tries to grab whatever she is cooking out of the over without a ovenmit and I always say her name to warn her. Then as she is sitting down and we are about to eat she or I remember that she doesn't have her pills that she always takes and she or I say "las pastillas!" (the pills) and laugh. Then we watch the show and talk about plans for the next day, things that happened during the day, or anything really. She is always pacient with me when I don't know what I am supposed to say and always speaks slowly for me. Then when we are done I try to take my tray into the kitchen (she usually tries to stop me) but I insist. I put the bottle of water away and grab my little table and put it back and then ask her if she wants any help and she again won't let me. Sometimes I stand there and talk to her and sometimes I go and watch the news and wait for her. Then she comes back in and we talk about world events and what is going on in the news until one of us goes to our bed where she will say "Buenos noches cariño" (good night dear) with the sweetest little smile on her face. She also does my laundry for me, makes my bed (she yells at me if I make it myself), and always listens when I need to talk, even if it takes me a while. She reminds me to take an umbrella when it's raining, put on my socks or slippers around the house, and takes care of me when I am sick. Tomorrow I am going running with a friend and she gave me a poncho since it might rain. She always tells me where the good stores are to buy things, remembers what foods I do and don't like (even though I tell her I like everything, somehow she knows), and always makes me feel good.
I have no idea what I would do with her in my life here. She is like another grandma to me and she has a very special place in my heart already. There are no words to really describe what am impact she has made on my stay here and in my life!
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