It’s 10:30 on Monday night, and Freckles McYoungest and I are watching The Little Mermaid in Spanish.
It’s a fun way to brush up on her language skills before her trip this summer, to Costa Rica. She’s going with the Amigos de las Americas program, and she’ll be gone almost two months.
None of my kids have been afraid to leave the ol’ homestead. They’ve gone far away to college. They’ve traveled. Heck, they went to sleep-away camp as soon as they could.
Sounds like their home was a real hell-hole, doesn’t it?
BoyWonder drove to Gettysburg by himself when he was 19 to take part in a Civil War reenactment.
Among other trips, Bottled Lightning went to India when she was 21 with her college group, and to Switzerland by herself.
But Freckles is going to be settled in a small village where no one speaks English. She’ll live with a host family and work with the community on a project. She has to take malaria pills. And fit in. She’s 17 years old.
I said she could go.