Iglesia.

Mom, you know I can't resist your sweet smile that you always use when you ask me to post . . . so I'll tell you a quick little story before I go to bed.  As you know, I went to church yesterday [here is our little group]:

 

Tonight as I finishing dinner, Guillermina was telling me that she only wants to have girl exchange students stay at her house.  Before me, she had 3 exchange students that were all boys and I guess the experiences weren't so great.  She said that they treated her house like a hotel and never helped and just ate and ate and ate.  But then she said something that brought a huge smile to my face: "I also like that you are Mormon because you have been taught good values and you know who you are."  [She obviously said that in English, but I figured I wouldn't make you try to translate it.]  She said she likes the Mormon church.  And I said, "Me gusta tambien," while smiling and nodding my head a lot.

I'm just happy to know that she's happy to have me.  Or at least I'm guessing that her saying all of that meant she's happy.  And she was sweet enough to let me use her "Bus Plus" card so that we don't have to pay transaction fees when buying our tickets for San Sebastian!  Yay for nice people.

And yay for pretty hikes.