Home Coming LaLa!

Anai says:

It's only the second full day of being here and already lots has happened and happened quickly. Why was a complaining so much before?

I feel like I have come home, and have left home and am carting home next to me in the form of a shy Gringa wife. Either way we are very happy to be here. The Arrivals gate at the Guatemalan Airport always makes me feel so anxious and excited. You have to exit the airport before you see your loved ones. Outside there's an area roping eager family members off from crowding the exit and combing the faces is always so exhilarating.

Finding your faces makes your heart skip, it moves faster that you do and rips out of your chest before you can drop your bags. It beats you into the embrace and when you are finally in your families arms your heart falls back into place fuller than it was a moment ago. It's an unreal feeling that follows you as you hug, the whole crew.  And the whole crew was there. All my cousins, my aunts and my uncle. Three cars full of people waiting over an hour just to see your face one day sooner.

It was ten pm and by the time we got to my grandparents house I was emotional and beat. Seeing my grandparents, in their pyjamas, tired but ecstatic, it broke my seal. I teared up. I cried because my grandmother looked so much like my mom and I miss her so much already.  There was a lot of noise and a lot of excitement and a lot of people crammed into the a hallways since for whatever reason see decided it was best to hang out there. It was probably because it felt so good to be so close to one another again.

Jen was a tad overwhelmed. It isn't her first time experiencing the uproar. But I believe the immersion of Spanish was hitting her right when she was most tired. I was proud of her, she did not let it show. We rode in different cars up to my grandparents house and she told me how well she had done on her own.

Everyone slowly made their way home, reluctant to leave but visibly exhausted. My grandparents stayed up with us, chatting about our plans and our goals until early in the morning. The next morning, we slept in. Nice and cozy and rested, we got up and my grandma was excited to make us breakfast.

I can eat a million eggs in Guate, I can eat one a week in Canada. The eggs here are bright yellow and taste real. To me our pale eggs at home are not quite what they should be. Maybe a Canadian eating an egg here feels the exact opposite. I guess I should ask Jen. But man they are tasty, and my grandma knows how to make em' great. Served with freshly squeezed orange juice, it is a sign. We will be living the life.

After our meal, my grandma rushed us upstairs eager to give us a surprise. She had a Christmas gift bag full of hand made baby clothes, baby boots and baby blankets. All made by her, she admitted to starting the moment she heard that we were coming.

It's comforting to feel so much support. This isn't a medical vacation. It's a family one. It's theme is family ,starting one and reinforcing the bonds with the people I have here. My grandparents have been using the Duolingo App just like Jenni has. They are making the effort to communicate with her. It warms me more than the Guatemalan heat and more than my upcoming Clomid hot flashes will.