So I am packed- pretty much.
Have had all the right conversations and most of the embarrassing and wonderful moments.
The students and staff did all these really great things for me today, there was a German cake, a song in Spanish Played on guitars by sweeties, there was a singer from Finland (they can really roll his r’s) and a dancer in a skirt that resembled the Spanish style dancers and there was a red face (mine) a painted mustache (Nikos’s) and so many faces with giant smiles and laughter falling out of these same faces everywhere. It was beautiful.

I had Coffee with two care-givers and we ate bagels (the first I have had in overa year?). Needless to say, there were tears.

There was white wine with my favourite Tall Anna and my favourite So Young. I am pleased.

There is no time tomention the notes that everyone had on, or the flowers and cards but there is time to say that Tamsin from South Africa made me a book, a journal with (mostly) empty pages and covered with the faces of all the ones I love here.

It has been a terrific day.
My favourite Mexican comes home in the morning.
I can not yet imagine the anguish that will come from leaving all these loevly hearts here…
I love you all!
t

PS
Brandon wears HUGO BOSS and is graciously spraying the piece of torn cloth that I liked (and he gave me- to wear on my head) with the little bit of HUGO BOSS that he has left!!!!! .
He has just come in with a bunch of signs hanging off of his shirt and so I had to write that here…
they read:
“Tina thinks I smell good,”
“Tina comforts me when I become stressed”
“Uncle Reico”

I will miss this life.