golden flower

yesterday i met the refugee family we will be working with for the next few months. we arrived at four and found the apartment alright. the door was open and there were a lot of people so we werent quite sure if it was the right place because no one spoke english, but we went in anyway.

turned out it was the right place but we called the translator and she said the meeting wasnt until 430. hmmmmm so we had a nice long half hour of awkward not being able to communicate. we did figure out how to get our names across and how to show how old we were with our fingers. jessica acted out soccer and basketball to try and ask the boy if he liked to play. only to find out that the words were the same in their language as in ours.

finally the translator showed up. this is the only time we will have her there when we are working with the family so we are going to have to find so new means of communication until they learn so english or we learn some of their language.

they have a precious seven year old daughter. her name in english means golden flower. this is going to be a really awesome but intense learning experience that i am really looking forward to. after the meeting they were able to say thank you in english and we could say it in their language ta bleu (not how you spell it but it sounded kind of french but slurred)