There is something iniquitous about waking up, looking out the window and the city is as dark as when you went to sleep. We didn’t wake up that early but the sun doesn’t break the horizon until after 7:30.
Today was the first day of school for both Indiana and Truce. They seemed to share the same level of excitement and enthusiasm and neither child let on if they were feeling apprehensive. The truth be known, and you’ve probably guessed this, Talluah and I were more nervous than our girls.
Everyone involved in their enrolment has made sure that we feel relaxed and we were given a tour of the school and allowed to peek in on Indi in her classroom. She was engaged in conversation with the girl beside her.
Talluah had to go to work (more on that later) so only I could pick up las gringas. Truce is in Pre-Kinder and finishes half an hour earlier than Indiana, this changes next week when Indiana’s school day goes to six hours. Because it was Truce’s first day I was allowed to go in and pick her up ten minutes before the rest of the Pre-Kinders went out. She insisted on keeping her back pack on even when I said that we had to wait for thirty minutes. She even wore it all the way home.
She said that she had a great day and was happy to go back tomorrow but like all children couldn’t give any accurate recollection of the day apart from, we did some drawing.
We waited for Indiana and I saw her blonde hair long before I saw her face. Indiana came out with the biggest grin on her face. She pushed through the crowd of parents to me and said that she had had a fantastic day. They're really taking the Spanish in their stride.
Indiana said that she had a crowd of students around her at lunch time and they even have English lessons twice a week. She finds that very funny.
The best part is they both can’t wait to go back tomorrow.
Talluah was asked to help out today at a B&B and checked in a French couple who are in Valparaiso for just one night. Their Spanish was better than Talluah’s Spanish but their English was worse than their Spanish and the husband would translate Talluah’s English into Spanish for Talluah to confirm he’d understood then he would relay the information to his wife in French. There was lots of miming.
They also needed to park their large 4WD in the parking lot. The streets of Valpo were never designed for large vehicles. Driving down a dead end street is an act of faith in your abilities to be able to reverse out again. Talluah guided the Frenchman out with his left hand drive car, which really changes your perspective on giving directions when you come from a right hand drive country. He had to do a 17-point turn and with the undulating geography of the streets the 4WD often had only three wheels on the ground. But for CH$2.000 a night for parking you can’t complain.