I was teaching Spanish at St. Paul's Elementary School. Cinco de Mayo was coming up and I was ready with a little song, a little dance, a little salsa in my pants. (Nice rhyme, eh? Don't worry- I didn't really have salsa in my pants.)
Basically, one of the only ways that I could teach Spanish to fidgety children was with a little song, little dance. So I made up random songs for everything. Hola, ¿Como Estas? Muy bien, gracias. Tengo una familia grande... en una casa, muy pequeno.
Anywhoos, Back in Waco, Cinco de Mayo meant going to On the Border and sitting out on the patio. Bright beads, chips & salsa, festive drinks, enchiladas. Also, biggest brother's birthday is on Cuatro de Mayo. Why isn't that on the calendar, biggest brother? This time last year, we were getting ready for the big move- up to yankeeland, Pennsylvania. I didn't know that I'd soon be celebrating Italianfest, Polishfest, Greekfest, and I love Erie days.