I'm sitting here at the kitchen table and watching Julietta shuffle cheese slices as if they're cards. She is perfectly content to relax here and pretend that they are the flash cards we use in the academy. With great confidence and authority, she places each cheese slice in front of her and solemnly declares a color.
"Black"
"Orange"
"Blue"
etc. This is exciting, because Juli is not much of an English speaker. Because she is younger than Flor, she doesn't generally make the effort to use the English that I am sure that she knows. Flor is eager to proclaim her English knowledge to the world, Juli less inclined to do anything so intense or demanding as proclaiming. I'm glad to see her off in her own little world and doing this, though.
It's been a couple of rainy days in Fuenmayor and everyone is feeling it. No one in this family, or even in this village, is particularly used to stretches of gray days and it takes all of 48 hours for the climate to start effecting moods. The village itself seems more forbidding on the nights of these rainy days, like it's a dangerous place only when the sky is falling. I'm on the fringe of sensation here, because I have such a marvelous love affair with terrible weather.
As to the title of this blog post, there is a television show called "Strawberry Shortcake", which is really high up there on my list of "Childrens' Shows I Wish Were Possible to Put in a Blender". Either way, it is about the marvelous and fruit-filled adventures of Strawberry Shortcake and her equally adorable friends- with names such as Peppermint Fizz, where can one go wrong? Well, first of all, my students watch this show. This is marvelous because they are watching television in English. It is not awesome because Strawberry Shortcake pronounces the word "very" as "Berry", which is probably supposed to be cute or something. Unfortunately, my four year old classes are bouncing around saying "Berry berry good" "berry berry hard" "berry berry happy".
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