Las Abejitas

We found a great little school for Cristian in our zone called Las Abejitas (the Little Bees), and decided to send him. They start the kids in school early here, and since we figured he’d pick up on Spanish quicker at a school than here with me and the maid, we went ahead with it.




Today was his first day. He wasn’t exactly terrified, but was in no mood for such nonsense as picture taking by Dad. We dropped him off out front like we had been told to do without ceremony. He entered without a scene.




We picked him up a little early, at 11:15, and we could tell straight off that he’d had a great morning. The Director confirmed it. So we paid the first month’s tuition and bought him a chupa (this has become my favorite word to say in Spanish. Pronounced choo-pah, it means frock or coat, but could also mean a tobacco pouch. What versatility! In this case, it means a little orange warm up suit which he will wear twice a week). And so begins a lifetime of school, which is what it seemed like to me. And I loathed every minute of it!