The boys at the home swear I have the largest feet they have ever seen. They marvel at them, ask me what size they are, and when I tell them, they tell me I´m lying. Surely these can´t be a reasonable size, these must defy sizing. I think they expect me to answer- They have no size, they are specially made for giants like myself.
I´m into my service now. I´m two enornmous feet in. And the boys, for now, treat me like a celebrity, a novelty, and I´m thankful for the reprieve. I don´t have to talk much (not that my Spanish is really good enough to do so). I can get by with hugs, with the occaisional- ¿Qué tal, chico?- and with handshakes that that they teach me and reteach me. They change every time we do them.
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Pictures are up. This group spans from orientation in Chicago through our in country orientation. There are no pictures of the home yet. Those will come later, as I get to know the boys more.
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