Today was our second day of volunteer work; we went to an all girl's home with girls ranging from age 3 to 17. We worked on painting high walls near the stair case. The girls were very helpful in our work, running paint up and down to us, and the older ones even helped with the painting. The girls all wanted to ask me a bunch of questions, but the only ones I truly could understand were: How old are you? Do you have a girlfriend? How old is she? When is your birthday? During one of our breaks we danced with the orphans, surprisingly to a lot of American pop music (Britney Spears and the like). They taught me a little step and in return I taught them the Electric Slide, they are very quick learners and continued practicing after we started eating lunch. After our lunch (pretty much the same chicken and rice concoction as yesterday) we were taught to make beaded bracelets, and I am not a crafty person, so they gave me a skill that I thought I could never master. Before we left we had Zack play the guitar and our group sang them some songs we all knew in English, and I have to tell you that Zack and his guitar really had the ladies going ;) The girls all wanted us to write them notes in their journals before we left. Their journals were full of notes from their new friends from the different groups of visitors that come to the home. There were many pictures and cheek kissing's as we left and I made many new friends that day that barely spoke my language.
After our Spanish lesson my group and I decided to head back to Ordesa and hit some spots that the contractor from yesterday recommend to us. After another death-defying taxi cab ride, we found a diner/bar that looked like it had a good menu. As we walked in the entire wait staff (I mean everybody) ushered us into the side room where the larger tables were. Very soon after we sat down the music (mid song even) switched to English and the wait staff retired to the back of the room to watch us (there were literally four guys in the back watching us, but we only had one official waiter). I had a little culture shock when I tried to order cheese fries or papas fritas con queso. When my plate arrived I got exactly what I asked for, French fries with cheese, one half of the plate was cheese blocks the other half had fries on it. The entire table started laughing hysterically and the waiter only looked confused, but since that was the direct translation of what I ordered I ate them and it wasn't half bad.
I enjoyed the work site today more than yesterday due to the fact that we actually got a chance to interact with the children and directly see the individuals who our work was benefiting.