Give me a sign

We had some unexpected visitors today. People do that here... just pop by. Martin came by with a friend to show him a sick tree that we have on the property and to get his advice (apparently he's an expert). This man brought along some of his family (I'm guessing?). We were not formally introduced. I came down to greet them while Kevin and Martin were explaining the situation with the tree. There were three other people just hanging around, all Spanish speaking, of course. I did my best to communicate. Then, one of the young women tried to explain that she's deaf. So, although very rusty, I started to sign to her. Her eyes widened with a glimmer of 'glee'. So between my mediocre Spanish, my rusty sign language and a splash of English, it made for an interesting exchange. I didn't catch their names, which is too bad, but the deaf girl works in Copey, packing blackberries. Maybe I'll bump into her again. I'd love to practice sign with her.