Vamos!

Tomorrow, tomorrow, we come home tomorrow morning. We had breakfast with Helena and Agapito at their house. Awesome tamales, fresh bread and arepas, hot chocolate with cheese and mango juice. Very tasty. They are so great. Agapito regaled us with a few stories of Bogota's dangerous past including the time a bomb went off in the middle of the night in the empty yard behind their house. It blew out ALL of the windows in their house - front and back and they were all home including the 2 kids. Yikes. We looked at photo albums and met their son and daughter in law. It felt like visiting family. Hilary made a beautiful drawing of their grandaughter Miranda as a small present of thanks for all their help and hospitality.
The rest of the day was spent hanging around the Halifax and tying up loose ends. Hilary wasn't feeling well so I entertained the wee one. We made some cards with money as thanks yous for the staff and had a few drinks with the Sweedish and Dutch families. I ran to the grocery to stock up on the formula that Mariana is used to to ease her adjustment a bit. Food issues notwithstanding, we have enjoyed our time at the Halifax. To be surrounded by sympathetic and helpful, friendly people made everything so much easier. Last night Blanca came to our room to say goodbye. Hilary was sitting on the bed in her underwear but Blanca didn't care, just pushed me aside and came to give her a hug and Marianita a kiss. I'll miss the community situation here. We have lots of friends, in Brooklyn even, but none in the neighborhood so far. We'll have to take the steps to get out there and meet new parents because Mariana is quite the social butterfly.
I wanted to send a quick and long overdue thanks to my awesome brother-in-law Adam for "pimping my laptop". If I had to sit it the lobby to write this blog there would have been much fewer updates. So thanks again Adrock.
I'll try to keep writing when we get home. I enjoy it and I hope you've enjoyed following Marianas story with us. See you soon!

watch this video of my careless parenting. I thought she just wanted to lick the grass, not consume it, jeez.