What a great day!

SIster Gladys, smiling ear to ear

Our friends arrived at 11:00 am. I drove down to Copey and met them in front of the church. We find it's easier to meet people in Copey and lead them to our place than it is to give them directions. It's not difficult, but there are no signs and no street names. One wrong turn can spoil a very nice drive. Jorge, Sister Gladys' and Sister Gloria's friend (and driver) followed me in their van up to Martin's restaurant where they parked. I took them the rest of the way in our 4x4, crossing the river. Once at home, Kevin greeted them. There were lots of happy Spanish words floating back and forth... qué lindo... muy precioso... qué rico... These women (and Jorge) are the kindest, nicest people and always so appreciative. I'm happy to report we were able to communicate much better today. It appears, although I get frustrated with my lack of Spanish skills, I have improved considerably since being here (and Kevin, too!). I can't wait to be able to speak without having to search every other word in the recesses of my brain... it gets pretty exhausting... but it's great practice.

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After taking the tour of the property, they did a bit of fishing. This is Jorge, proud of his catch.

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Sister Gloria and Sister Gladys (who happen to be biological sisters as well)

Both Sister Gloria and Sister Gladys had a go at catching their dinner. Well Sister Gloria's and Kevin's dinner. Sister Gladys is allergic, but likes to fish. And she caught the biggest fish caught so far at Hush Valley Lodge. A whopping 2.2 lbs! Whoohoo! Well done, Sister Gladys!

I gutted and cleaned the three fish. We cooked the fish and some chicken on the bbq. I was really happy that everything else was ready. I didn't stress at all – I could enjoy their company and concentrate on the conversation, which I really needed to concentrate on. Jorge speaks quickly and thinks we're catching everything he's saying. He calls me Annie, which is quite endearing coming from him, for some reasons, but it always takes a second for me to realize he's addressing me. Spanish-speaking people can either say Ana (which is what Gladys calls me)... or Annie... but they can't seem to pronounce Anne (it ends up sounding like Ang).

After lunch, we sent them off with two more fish, a bagful of lemons and some flower plant clippings (for Gloria who just loved all our flowers).

We had a great day.

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