So yesterday, I took four girls and I ended up translating and working with 20 neighborhood kids on crafts and the girls alternated with me and did work on the house. They did a great job.
But last night, I was talking to two guys from Miami, and they were relatively unhappy with where they had gone (a construction site) and they didn't want to go to the other site to work with the kids in the daycare center, so I convinced them to go with me and and they got themselves on my list. Of course, I felt responsible and hoped they would like it, especially because there would only be five of us total.
I can guess they liked it because they signed up to go again tomorrow, but I know that the village loved them. "They play basketball, right?" ... "Where do they come from?" ... "They don't even need a ladder to paint!" ... "Can we play with the "African gringos" at lunch?" I almost died laughing.
On the way there, we stopped at a paint store and there was this security guard standing outside. I was sitting in the front of our little car, and Ayo and Addie (Miami guys) were sitting in the back with another woman from their delegation (Theresa). My window was down, but the back windows were up and they are tinted, so the security guard couldn't see the guys. They really wanted to take a picture of him with his big gun, but were afraid that he would react negatively. "He might think it's a gun!" (Meaning the camera)
When Miguel got back in the car, I asked if they could go take a picture with the guard. The guard had only seen me, the small redhead in the front, so he seemed his usual cocky self at first. Then Ayo and Addie stepped out of the car when I said they could go get the picture. The guard's face changed. He looked vaguely terrified. Ayo and Addie TOWERED over him. I took the picture, internally cracking up with the boys flanking (and dwarfing) him.
It was a good day.
P.S. I got sunburnt today like NOBODY'S business. And it was cloudy! And I stayed in the shade! Seriously.
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