Also, during the intercambio I went to the capital for a night because I had a meeting in the afternoon at the office. When I was gone the kids had a party in my house, without asking me, or telling me afterwards. I talked to the neighbors when I saw pieces of spaghetti on my table and an extra pot on my stove. They told me that yes, in fact, there was a party at my house and that the kids started it at about 11 o’clock last night and were loud and obnoxious. They told me that they had been playing the guitar and singing loudly and running around outside. The next day when I went to the charlas that they were presenting to each other a girl showed up in a University of Oregon sweatshirt. Hmm, I thought to myself, that looks exactly like the sweatshirt that my aunt Sherry gave me for Christmas in 2004. I was very reserved when I approached her and said “That’s my sweatshirt, did you take that from my house?” The girl gave a little laugh and pretended not to understand me. God damn it… I am so happy to be working with these youth again.