Fast forward three years and I know what my life will be like. The kids have all been in school the last week and now the boys take the dinghy in the evening to meet up with kids in the school yard to shoot hoops or play soccer. We have to work our schedule around their schedule now.....which I guess we will need to get used to. School has been met with differing views, but none terrible so I’m grateful for that. On the first day of school we agreed to pick Ana up early and when we did she wanted to stay the full day, one down. Porter is in a class of mostly girls, so he is happy and he seems to be making friends and figuring things out. After the first day he went into the village to buy a few school supplies and he asked a local “donde esta office depot”? Eventually he found what he was looking for, and he doesn’t mind putting himself out there. Z had a little tougher time, but he’s hanging in there. He seems to do all right on the court, but the classroom is definitely a challenge.
There are some fundamental differences in the school day that the kids are having to get used to. No lunch for one, instead they have a small mediana snack that they eat while they are running around on the playground. Ana is convinced she is only allowed one item, so she stashes snacks in her brothers’ packs and finds them at recess to take back her loot. The Spanish teachers also don’t mind singling the kids out and forcing them to the front of the class to either sink or swim with a task. There is no hand holding on in Spain! It has been a rough initiation, but I think they will survive.
The river is cold and foggy at night, but the days have been brilliant and quite warm. Mike and I have worked on a few small projects on the boat and mostly just got the lay of the land. The village is too small to have many specialty shops, so instead a fruit truck comes in once a week, a fish truck and butcher also make the weekly rounds. There are also the random houses that will sell vegetables or fruit from their home, or maybe someone that sells eggs. It takes a while to figure it all, but it has been fun. With a boat we have full run of both sides of the river, so if something can’t be found in Spain, it is often found in Portugal. It’s interesting, the locals don’t go back and fourth often (if at all) and the two cultures don’t mesh much, but the sailboats bounce back and forth.