Yup. And yet look at how much I appear to be enjoying them. Our last few days in Xela were pretty good. Teryn's host family had a relative with new puppies and brought them by a couple times. Now, normally I am not at all a dog person but these little guys were cute. They were also being absolutely manhandled by the 6- and 9-year-old girls and looked like they were going to be absolutely traumatized. The kids put one on my shoulder, and as soon as it realized it wasn't getting bounced around like crazy anymore, it fell asleep. Eventually they woke that poor thing up and took it away from me, and handed me another, which promptly fell asleep in my lap. CUTE!
Everyone who knows me knows that kids are not my favourite thing. But okay, Teryn's little 18-month-old who did little more than hang around and makenoises/scream (good naturedly, if you can imagine such a thing) was pretty darn cute. I'm also enjoying her in that picture. Now that we've left Xela, about once an hour (or more, on shuttle bus rides), Teryn gets all nostalgic and says she misses ¨her¨ small children.
Around that time, we also had an awkward run in with a group of 10- and 11-year-old schoolboys, who swarmed us in the park and asked us a bunch of questions we barely understood. ¨Hey gringas! Are you really tall?¨ Er... yes. Yes we are. They asked us about Canada and said a few other things, and I was feeling extremely awkward because there were about 12 of them (and you know how I feel about kids) but Teryn kept trying to have a conversation with them about their school (fact of the day: they go to school only in the afternoon). Eventually, beating each other up became more interesting than talking to us, and they left us alone (and they didn't even pickpocket our stuff. Yes, we checked).
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