A Spanish Fiesta

On Sunday night I was supposed to go on a walk with the lady who invited us out to her village for a bar b que. I think I wrote about it because we rode our bikes there with Jesus. Her name is Maribel and her husband is Jesus, also. I had to call her and finalize our plan. If you think talking spanish is hard, try doing it on the phone when you can't point and make hand gestures. Es muy dificil. But not only did we understand each other well enough to meet, we had a whole evening of conversation. Did I mention that she is the French teacher at school. She knows zippo English. Luckily her 14 year old and 12 year old sons know some. In a big bind, they could give me a few words. But her family came to our piso and drove me to a festival that their catholic church was having. It was like a big dance performance in a large tent with a stage at one end. There was ballet, modern, I guess, and then lots of flamingo dancing by this same group of girls. It was really good. I don't know if I've ever seen flamingo dancing. It was quite entertaining. I think clogging might have taken some steps from it. Cory and Weston were too tired from staying up to watch the BYU game that started after 1am. So they missed the whole thing. It was dancing, so I don't think they were too sad. Just surprised that I was gone for so long.