The other day, I met one of my next-door neighbors, a very pleasent, older man named Jorge. As I sat as his kitchen table, he offered me tea, bread, and cake - all of which I accepted. I sat at the table and spoke Spanish with him, his brother, and another student (the one Jorge is hosting). I felt so warm and welcome there in that kitchen. As I was leaving, Jorge said, If you ever need anything, or whenever you want to come here, come. This is your house. When I got home, I had a nice conversation with my host mom. Having conversations in Spanish take a little less effort ever day. When I started to do the dishes, she said she could do them. I insisted and said, Cuando yo llavo los platos,
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