Life is good. Million thanks to the people who has visited this blog. Now I have a reason to wake up earlier to go to work and it’s to check this thing. I would even miss breakfast time oversleeping but now I get up 15 min earlier and eat my cereal while checking the blogs.
My wife’s English has improved a lot and I’m very excited. She’s been baby sitting to a 7 year old and It has been really good for her listening. The classes at the Catholic Social Services are excellent, they have a very qualified staff, oh btw did I forget to tell you that I’m teaching English now once a week at the Catholic Social Services Center? For my wife’s luck I don’t teach her class ha ha ha, she’s in the Advanced Class and I’m teaching the Intermediate 1. I’m an awful friend teacher, trainer, etc… . I can teach strangers nicely but not my friends. I get too mean when they don’t learn and I guess it’s my fault but with unknown people I seem to do real good.
In that line of toughts….. I’m teaching Carolina how to drive and It’s driving me NUTS. She had never ever touched a steering wheel. No even from the bumpy cars when you’re little and go to those amusement parks. NADA… Not even Bicycle. I could not believe it. So once her comprehension in English got well enough, she passed the computer test and got her learner’s permit. I’ve been trying to teach her how to drive and after a month of practice, she’s now on the streets with me. But really it is hard to get used to a different country’s trafic laws when you haven’t even driven in your own city but are used to the way traffic is there. It took me quite a while to start using the seat belt as a passenger and it took her almost two months. Now, the whole turning signal thign which is UNUSED in Venezuela, the whole yield to pedestrian which is UNSEEN in Venezuela and getting used to change lanes, looking at the rear and side view mirrors, that’s insane. I feel like I’m gonna die every time she forgets to do it. Poor of my wife… she has done an excellent job putting up with all my fussing and nervousness. I buy her ice cream and chocolate every time that I get too cranky giving her instructions and she forgives me. LOVE IS GOOD!