A Friendly People

Yesterday our adventure of the day was pretty simple: a walk to a park.  It had a couple playground areas, a carousel/rides area, and several small soccer fields.  The playground equipment was a little old and "looked boring" according to Colby.  The playground area was all sand, and Dallin and Paul loved it, until it got in their mouths.

Colby and Bryan had more fun watching an ongoing soccer game, then joined us for tree climbing some very cool trees.

While monkeying around in the trees, some latino boys asked if Colby wanted to play soccer with them.  Bryan didn't want to be left out and asked if he could play, too. Sienna joined in also.  A couple more boys joined in later so in the end they had a nice 4 on 4 soccer game.  We were a little over dressed for the beautiful fall day.  I think next time we head to the park they'll be wearing their shorts... just in case.

While half the family were playing soccer and I was at the swings, a very nice woman who spoke English introduced herself to me.  She told me about several things to do in the area, answered some of my questions, offered to loan us her double stroller while we're here, and in the end invited us to her daughter's 15th birthday party tomorrow.  Her sister-in-law arrived after a while and was equally friendly.  This place makes Southern Hospitality look bad!

Today's outing was simply to church and back.  Again, super friendly people.  There were a few scattered throughout that spoke English, including a couple sets of missionaries.  Bryan spent the first two hours in the Sunbeam class with Dallin, learning how to say "Doy gracias por mis ojos, mis nariz, mi boca, mis manos...etc." I attended Relief Society then played with Paul and one other boy and two leaders in the Nursery.  

Sacrament Meeting was last and we walked in a little later than most people after gathering our kids.  So the only spot left to fit us all was in the very front row.  I only caught a few words of the Sacrament Meeting, but could sense the sincerity of their testimonies.  It was a small chapel, but very full.  Everyone seemed so reverent!  Thankfully our kids were fairly good today, and hopefully not many people understood Dallin's loud outbursts of "Is it time to go yet?!"

Dallin has continued to ask that question the rest of the afternoon.  "Go where?" I reply.
"To our house."
"This is our house.  It's our Argentina house."
"This is NOT OUR HOUSE!!"

Let's hope I don't have this conversation every day for the next 9 weeks.