Bonnette Acres

So my last day of school was on friday. I worked hard all week for our big finale. The kids put on a big program for all the parents. It went really well, considering I was the sound and tech person. So many problems could have occurred, but thankfully my only problem was forgetting the Albanian word for stop. But the kids did great, and were absolutely adorable. When I pressed play for each groups theme song, I realized how much I love these kids. Its like it all just occurred to me in one moment. They came down the aisle of the church waving there small skinny arms and smiling from ear to ear. Memories of meeting each kid, and having special bonding moments with them over the past months flooded my mind. With the youngest group I use to sit in there room for about ten minutes everyday when there teacher would go buy the food for the day. At that time my Albanian was bare minimal, and my only option for entertainment was to make funny faces and noises. Thankfully for 3 and 4 year old...

So usually if I have a missed spelled word or something wrong in my post I let it slide, because I have the habit of misspelling things a lot. But I just realized that I have been spelling the word Furgone wrong. So if anyone was truly interested in making me a shirt (no hints there) there are no mispelled problems. Ha Ha! Furgone is spelled with a U not a E. I am so glad we got that one straightened out. well we are about to have a random summer rain storm so I am going to go enjoy it.

This morning as I was walking towards the high school to catch a fergone (A taxi van type thing), I realized something. It is summer. Life here is completely different, it almost seems like another country. The women all hold Chinese umbrellas, and when the guys get too hot they pull there shirts up halfway, just exposing there stomach. It makes me laugh every time. I also have realized that the summer heat here would not be half bad if we could just take away the hours from nine to five. The mornings here are nice and shaded and at night there is a lovely breeze. In the evenings the town fills up like it is new years. People come out of no where and settle into the towns park. kids play hide and go seek and old men play card games on the grass. It has a nice homey feeling and everyone seems happy and relaxed. Today I realized that it was June. It just hit me like a ton of bricks, then I remembered we are halfway through with june. Soon it will be july, that would mean I will only have...

... if I am not back again in 3 months, carry on carry on. So yes this classic queen song is stuck in my head. It has now been a week since mom went back home. I will be honest with you all that it has not been the easiest week. Let me say for the record I am so so so so so glad mom got to come, my only wish was that I was able to go home with her. But "Not yet, not yet" I have had a whole lot of time to think this last week. I have talked to others who have been in my shoes, and have felt my pain of being away from family. They and my own thoughts have all agreed that it stinks. But that is why they call it a sacrifice. Today I was writing a friend that I met while I have been here, and was telling her of my recent sad mood. I was explaining how even this week I have seen so many things that should ignite my passion, my want to be here but it still hasn't overcome. But then I went into detail about this one family that I met with last week: Saturday right after I came h...