mi familia

As I have briefly mentioned, I live with an older woman named Nieves. She is the sweetest lady. In the mornings I will say “Buenas dias Nieves!” And she always replies “Hola mi guapa!” She is very patient with Carly and I and she cooks for us all the time. Then there is her brother Antonio who lives here. He is a little more impatient with our Spanish but is very hospitable. He is always clearing our plates after meals when Carly and I try to cut off his way to the kitchen so we can do it. He is consistently makes sure we eat until we’re sufficiently full which is terrible for us. I like talking to him about Real and Barce soccer – he’s surprisingly a Barce fan. Then there is David, Nieves’ son. Carly and I are pretty sure he is autistic or something. He is in his later 20s and we have a harder time understanding his Spanish because he doesn’t enunciate very well. But he is really sweet to us too. Finally, there’s Andres, Nieves’ grandson, who is 8 and is always over here. So far he has come over after school everyday to eat almuerzo with us. He loves soccer and is the captain of his team. The family has been extremely accommodating to us.