Today is the sixth day of kindergarten. And the little ones are tired.
This has been a long week. For most, it is their first time in a class of 30 students. Even if they went to all-day preschool, like Rafa did, they probably were in groups of only 15 students or so. And they probably took afternoon naps.
Today, as we lined up to go in to school at 8:00, one kindergartner was sucking his thumb, and two others were clinging to their mothers' legs and crying. Even Rafa said he was tired and his hand found its way into mine.
A zaguán is the entryway into a house. In typical Andalusian houses, the zaguán is a smallish, dark passage inside the doorway that leads in turn to the larger, light-filled interior patio. In Seville, in the heat of summer, zaguán doors are left open so that passersby can take refuge from the sun and heat for a moment before continuing on their way.
We live in the Sunset district of San Francisco, where the fog wins out over the sun most days, and the search for refuge from the heat is a distant memory. Even so, we would like to share our home with you and our stories of growing up in Seville and growing up in San Francisco.