Our family just got a little bigger, with the addition of Miguel – an 18 year old freshmen at the University, who is from a city called Galicia about 4 hours north of here. He’s an absolute sweetheart, and will be sleeping in the living room for the next week until Marissa moves out and back to Switzerland on Friday. :(
Although he doesn’t seem to mind, I feel bad for poor “baby brother” Miguel, (as I’ve nicknamed him) as he just moved away from home for the first time, and now is living in a house full of four loud, sarcastic and inquisitive women. Dinnertime conversation tonight revolved around how good looking the Spanish futbol players are (I argued that most of them are pretty hot, but Judith pointed out a few that contradicted my case) and I noticed about halfway through that he was just smirking, and probably thinking to himself “how did I end up here again?”
But in the little more than a week that he’s become part of our family, I’ve already grown to love having a “baby brother” in the house. His English is relatively good compared to most people I’ve met, and for practice he speaks to me in English and I respond in Spanish so that we both can get better at our respective second languages.
Thursday night before I left for Portugal, the four of us (Marissa, Judith, Miguel and I) went out for a few hours to celebrate the end of the week, and Marissa heading back to Switzerland. I figured it was a good opportunity to take a few family pictures, so here they are:
Although he doesn’t seem to mind, I feel bad for poor “baby brother” Miguel, (as I’ve nicknamed him) as he just moved away from home for the first time, and now is living in a house full of four loud, sarcastic and inquisitive women. Dinnertime conversation tonight revolved around how good looking the Spanish futbol players are (I argued that most of them are pretty hot, but Judith pointed out a few that contradicted my case) and I noticed about halfway through that he was just smirking, and probably thinking to himself “how did I end up here again?”
But in the little more than a week that he’s become part of our family, I’ve already grown to love having a “baby brother” in the house. His English is relatively good compared to most people I’ve met, and for practice he speaks to me in English and I respond in Spanish so that we both can get better at our respective second languages.
Thursday night before I left for Portugal, the four of us (Marissa, Judith, Miguel and I) went out for a few hours to celebrate the end of the week, and Marissa heading back to Switzerland. I figured it was a good opportunity to take a few family pictures, so here they are:
The girls and Mari Carmen (when taking this I said "look, it's the queen and her princesses!" and she corrected me, saying "it's the mother and her daughters!" :) Very sweet.
The four of us: Marissa, Miguel, me and Judith
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