We arrived in Cordoba just the other morning, but some times it feels like we’ve already been here for at least a week. After a whirl wind couple of days filled with incredible asados with friends and house hunting, we tried some sight seeing downtown today, but that was kind-of a bust because it’s a holiday. It’s a national holiday to honor the death of Jose de San Martin who was a leader Argentina’s successful struggle for independence from Spain. We thought that maybe there would be some fun stuff happening downtown, but I guess it’s more of a holiday where you hang out with friends and family. Which has gotten me thinking about all this “family” time we’ve had over the past month.
Frankly, I’m exhausted. The constant stream of questions from Ben, our middle child, is almost more than I can handle. I know that he’s a kid who needs to know the plan; he needs to know what we’re doing next IN DETAIL, but often (honestly, most of the time), I don’t have that answer. I don’t know exactly where we’re going, but I gave the taxi driver an address, and here’s hoping he’s going to get us there. I don’t know exactly what time everyone will be at the asado, but we’re going to get there around 12:30, or 8, or whenever, and when everyone else shows up, they show up. I don’t know what the taxi driver’s name is, or why he’s talking on the phone while driving, or what that sign says. I’m just trying to take it all in, too. I do know, however, that this is just Ben’s way of making sure that everything is ok, and that his parents are in control, at least, sort-of. All this makes for a pretty short fuse.
Put that together with the fact that we’re staying in a guest house/bed and breakfast, where the people are wonderfully kind, but our quarters are close, and unfortunately, my best parenting techniques are out the window. Rob and I are trying to be very conscious (and at the same time help the kids grasp the concept) of the other guests, so we spend a lot of time telling the kids to “be quiet!” and “stop running!” and “don’t slam the doors!” I have lost count of how many times I’ve said to the boys, “And what about your behavior did you think was acceptable on ANY LEVEL?!?!?!?!” With this phrase, I hope to accomplish two things: make the kids shut up, and use confusing enough language so the non-English speakers here will have no idea of what I’m saying to my kids.
In all of this crazy, there are amazing glimmers, though. Incredible moments that I grab and hold onto tightly:
*Molly dancing in her seat on the plane as she listened to music with her headphones.
*Ben and Elliott watching some cartoon in Spanish, then chatting about it IN SPANISH, I’m sure, without even realizing that they were speaking Spanish.
*Molly telling our friends that her Spanish is “fantastic.”
*Ben chatting with just about anyone who works at the hotels where we’ve stayed like they’re old friends from way back.
*Rob getting us downtown on the bus from our hotel without a hitch.
On Wednesday we’re going to the boys’ school to meet their teachers and have a look around, then they’ll start school on Thursday. I’m hoping I’ll be able to keep myself together when we drop them off on Thursday, but I’m not betting on it. This is a BIG DEAL, and I would give almost anything to be a fly on the wall and listen in on their conversations. I promise I would listen quietly; they wouldn’t even know I was there.