Day three in El Salvador, and workday two, is best described by my favorite Latin musician and numero uno girl crush – Shakira. She was a bonding point for me and the kids – her song LOCA was our common language.
I’m not talking about this part…
Like I’m on a beach in Anguilla
Sippin’ on Corona
Like it’s nothin’ goin’ on”
Oh, we had a lot going on. I was talking about this:
“And I’m crazy, but you like it (loca, loca, loca)
You like that it ain’t easy (loca, loca, loca)
I’m crazy but you like it (loca, loca, loca)
Crazy but you like it.”
We all arrived with loca energy ready to work and play, and I think it’s fair to say we all are pretty good at doing both.
I’ll let the photos and videos speak for themselves here. –
Charles performed in between digging.
Cort played hide and seek.
Lauren painted, while distracting herself from the fact that her blackberry was stolen – which we thankfully recovered.
Martin got the kids to be silly and captured the best moments on film.
Chelsey took on the role of wall mural leader.
Lorena and Erin inspired me to try and bring back my Spanish skills. I was so jealous as the kids would gather around and they could understand and speak fluently with them. Although it was probably better off I didn’t know – when I did get them to translate it was to go racing in the 90 degree heat or to ask to pick me up again. Yeah – uh, this girl gave my video camera to her friend and walked up to me not intimidated by 5’10 frame. All of her 4’2 grabbed me by the waist and started carrying me around. She’d put me down and grunt in satisfaction and then run to watch the video. It was all a bit She-ra meets Pocohantas. I mean, I just died laughing the first time, but 4 pickup/grunts later I started visualizing THROW MAMA FROM THE TRAIN.