Arrival and starting the adventure
Taking on an adventure this size, at our age, with our agenda is far beyond of what you might thing of Bilbo's adventure. We hope it won't take as long as his, but sometimes I think I would rather face a dragon. It seems easier.
We arrived in Tartagal, Salta (a province in northern Argentina) at 6:30 in the morning, after a very uncomfortable trip in a crowded bus. Got to the hotel, at a mere 15 kilometers, in a taxi older than my radio, listening to music from another century, and trying to remember what the f*** we were doing there. Ah, the kids, right... let's move on.
The hotel is not what we came here to see, skipped. We took almost all day recovering of how tired we were, repeating to ourselves that our adventure, did't even started. We had a simple breakfast, and went to bed for a nap. Went downtown, well, simply around the main square, walked heading to nowhere, and back again. A simple dinner, and back to bed again. Jolene, stop laughing, am rushing this part of the story to get to the important part. Thank you Jolene.
And the day finally came. We got to meet the kids. But before that, we got to be interviewed by the social worker, not one, not two, but three psychotherapists, one focusing on profiling us to verify we being compatible with the kids, another focusing on the kids, to see if we were viable candidates, and the last one, well, I don't know, she was standing there asking questions.
We were introduced to the JUDGE (capital letters deserved), and got the thumbs up to meet the kids, under supervision off course, but we were given the blessing. Another two hours later, after eating lunch without chewing, and having a short chat with Kris (thank you Kris), we got back to the court house where we finally met the kids.
So far I have told you two days worth of stories, but to be honest, here my writing must stop and devote this kids a full chapter, which will come tomorrow. Enough to say that they are the sweetest kids, all time smiling, happy to meet us either, and warmth in every action or reaction. We are exhausted, but not of playing and running, but of all the emotions we got to feel in just a short hour we were allowed to share with those who might become in a near future, our kids. More words to come, and more thanks to deliver. Keep waiting for future deliveries.
We arrived in Tartagal, Salta (a province in northern Argentina) at 6:30 in the morning, after a very uncomfortable trip in a crowded bus. Got to the hotel, at a mere 15 kilometers, in a taxi older than my radio, listening to music from another century, and trying to remember what the f*** we were doing there. Ah, the kids, right... let's move on.
The hotel is not what we came here to see, skipped. We took almost all day recovering of how tired we were, repeating to ourselves that our adventure, did't even started. We had a simple breakfast, and went to bed for a nap. Went downtown, well, simply around the main square, walked heading to nowhere, and back again. A simple dinner, and back to bed again. Jolene, stop laughing, am rushing this part of the story to get to the important part. Thank you Jolene.
And the day finally came. We got to meet the kids. But before that, we got to be interviewed by the social worker, not one, not two, but three psychotherapists, one focusing on profiling us to verify we being compatible with the kids, another focusing on the kids, to see if we were viable candidates, and the last one, well, I don't know, she was standing there asking questions.
We were introduced to the JUDGE (capital letters deserved), and got the thumbs up to meet the kids, under supervision off course, but we were given the blessing. Another two hours later, after eating lunch without chewing, and having a short chat with Kris (thank you Kris), we got back to the court house where we finally met the kids.
So far I have told you two days worth of stories, but to be honest, here my writing must stop and devote this kids a full chapter, which will come tomorrow. Enough to say that they are the sweetest kids, all time smiling, happy to meet us either, and warmth in every action or reaction. We are exhausted, but not of playing and running, but of all the emotions we got to feel in just a short hour we were allowed to share with those who might become in a near future, our kids. More words to come, and more thanks to deliver. Keep waiting for future deliveries.
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