Mi Familia

The past week I have stayed with a very kind, very patient family. Here's what I understood in my cavewoman-like ability to comprehend and speak Spanish:

-Benicio, the father, is very friendly, has six brothers and sisters in Xela and is some sort of computer programmer (something I wouldn't have understood in English either).
-Lilian is very warm and works at a shelter for abused and neglected children waiting to be adopted.
-Marco Benicio is 8 years old and loves karate, soccer and playing his recorder. His favorite song--which I heard frequently throughout the week--is the theme to Titanic. Naturally.
-Wendy is the sweetest girl who was so kind and patient with me. She loves drawing; especially bears and unicorns. I showed her some of my paintings; the farm was her favorite. She also loves wrestling with her older brother and egging him on (sound familiar Kev?).
-Florenzia, la abuela, loves God. She is about half my size and speaks to me like I am fluent in Spanish.
-El abuelo, whose name I never did catch, is also about half my size. He loves God too, and chiles picantes.