tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687469538262241875.post8032246570344987170..comments2023-10-30T03:35:09.578-07:00Comments on Social Work in a Latin American Context: Stairs, Waterparks, and Spanish with my Mexican Homestay FamilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687469538262241875.post-87748984402996359172013-05-19T00:50:02.285-07:002013-05-19T00:50:02.285-07:00Jaia I completely agree on the fact that they welc...Jaia I completely agree on the fact that they welcomed us with open arms. My host family also made me feel like I was part of their family all the time. It is nice to know that they consider you as part of their own family and make you feel as welcome as possible. I know for sure my host mom and host grandma made me feel like a real daughter/granddaughter to both of them. It is so nice to know that I will not see them, but I hope I will come back to Cuernavaca and visit them. I thank my host family very much for making me as comfortable as possible because I was a little scared going into the home stays. Yet, now I know that I have a family to come back to anytime I am in Cuernavaca. I really appreciated their love and kindness to me, and I bet we all felt the same way :).Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687469538262241875.post-32851994727063810562013-05-08T05:44:51.382-07:002013-05-08T05:44:51.382-07:00"welcomed me with open arms and protected me...."welcomed me with open arms and protected me...." = what a wonderful illustration of the educational experience the people at CGE, Cuernavaca, and Mexico have provided -- thanks so much for sharing it Jaia! As a lover of steps, I enjoyed vicariously climbing up them in the photo, too -- when I was in Cuernavaca briefly in the early 1990s, I would go out of my way to find steps to climb -- though I might feel differently if I had to climb them several times a day, carrying bags or kids!<br /><br />TonyTony Bibushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10485597197826475432noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687469538262241875.post-18285606004464873552013-05-07T16:39:25.067-07:002013-05-07T16:39:25.067-07:00I'm sure going to remember those stairs of you...I'm sure going to remember those stairs of yours too. Climbed it twice, never going to do it ever again. And the best memory of your house? When I visited and your host sister and her daughter thought I was you until they actually saw you sitting next to me instead, and made a weird expression. That still kept me laughing. But just like you said about your host family, I will miss mine too, especially during meal time where we sit for hours and hours talking about random things (and those awkward moments with nothing to say). And I am sure you know what I meant, three or so hours sitting at the dinner table, eating at 9:45 p.m. when you came to visit my house, and you could not believe how late we eat and stayed at the dinner table afterward. But it's just more great memory, right? But anyway, that got way off track.....nice post, I enjoy reading it.Ornida Mouanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7687469538262241875.post-91280311977215803362013-05-07T15:35:00.325-07:002013-05-07T15:35:00.325-07:00Nice post Jaia! you nailed it I guess I will miss ...Nice post Jaia! you nailed it I guess I will miss climbing the stairs just a little! its a good leg work out living with the families has been one of the most amazing things in my lifeDarianJ.Petersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09457832061991209994noreply@blogger.com