School ends at 2:00 p.m. here and we walk home to eat lunch. After homework and a job or two, the kids and I like to wander around Dos Hermanas, usually in search of a different park or a sweet of some kind. We've found that making friends with little kids in Spain is pretty easy, as long as we keep our voices down when we're speaking English to each other. When I engage the kids in Spanish conversations, the other kids tend to move in to find out about these fair-skinned kids of ours.
This week we discovered a new park near our apartment. We've seen it from afar on our way to and from school, but had never taken the time to cross the busy street to peer into the vast pathways. Soccer ball in hand, the boys ran straight for the grassy area and soon found themselves engaged in a sweaty match up under the olive trees with another boy. Louise met a six-year-old friend, orange kitten in hand, who wanted to play restaurant with her. Soon they were offering salad, or weeds, to nearly everyone in the park. It was 7:15 p.m. when we left to walk home, nearly dark.
