This morning I cried while I ate my breakfast.
Why?
I was able
you use Croline and Rosie's beautiful kitchen to make myself a real cappuccino.
I used a French friend’s crepe recipe to modify my pancake
recipe to make the most delicious pancakes I have ever eaten in my life.
My pancakes had real life maple syrup on them that my mother
brought me from The States when she came to visit.
I was listening to music my brother gave me way-back-when.
And, I was reading a book Sarah sent me in the mail.
While I am sitting alone, in the middle of nowhere, so many
people I love are surrounding me.
I got the phone call today:
“Hello Mr. Ruben. Talk to me...”
Mr. Perfect (Ruben), Mr. solve-all-of-madrigal’s-problems,
Mr. music teacher/English teacher/after school program teacher/librarian, Mr.
I-am-way-to-educated-to-want-to-live-in-a-village-like-madrigal-but-i-want-to-live-here-anyway;
After the interviews on Sunday, I offered him the position
and told him to sleep on it and call me when he made his decision.
I was painting the pre-school with a group of French
volunteers working for Steven and Mila, “Lu, yohrrr fone.”
“Hello Mr. Ruben. Talk to me...”
“I will take the position.”
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