Locita
I was walking down the path to the Casa de las Lilas the other day, joking with Milenca and Nicol. As she tripped onto the brick walkway, Milenca decided to let Nicol know she is a locita, or a little crazy. Jumping over a puddle, Nicol bluntly retorted that Milenca is a little crazy as well. Laughing out loud, I thought of recent silly dances, animal noises, and outlandish jokes I had witnessed from the two of them. I assured them that they were both a little crazy. In giggling unison, they whipped around to look at me, “Well you’re a little crazy too!” Smiling in agreement, I nodded. They were right. I have been a little crazy this month. I would struggle to say that normal exists here, but if it does, we have been far from it. We, the SMs have traveled to La Paz, put on a graduation, thrown a quinceañera, kept Familia Feliz running without a director, celebrated Christmas, and said goodbye to many of our kids. It’s been a full-time, providing me with memories I woul