The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Friday, November 05, 2004
10:52 PM posted by Oscar
This has been a good week. Oscar is finally well--two weeks ago he had a terrible fever and we had to call our health plan at 2:00am. They sent a doctor out to do a house call at 3:00am (!) and it turned out that Oscar had a really bad throat infection. She prescribed an antibiotic, which Oscar refused to take. We had to hide it in the little bit of food and drink that he was taking in and make threats if he didn't take it. The antibiotic gave him a horrible stomach problem. Finally after a week of vomiting like crazy and hardly eating anything he got better.
For the first time in almost three months, he doesn't have a bad cough--the antibiotics seem to knock all of that stuff out.
 
So he's been happy and eating like a pig. Today he said that he wanted to marry a "napoletana de chocolate" (a chocolate croissant). He's talking like crazy and back to his happier, less whiny self. It's strange, while he wasn't feeling well, he really regressed a lot in his language and behavior. It was like he was 1 1/2 again, but with the will of a three-year-old. Now he's pretty happy-go-lucky again. Mom made him a cowboy suit for Halloween, which he loved. We carved a little pumpkin with a cat face and put it in his window along with his cactus collection. He's drawing a lot and reading and telling stories.
His school is great. His teacher-Señora Rosa--is so patient and sweet with him. He's made some friends. Today a boy in his class gave him a big hug when he got to school. We run into other kids that he goes to class with around the neighborhood. Now that he's feeling better, I think he can finally really appreciate it.
He's speaking Spanish really well--though not with us. We speak English at home and Spanish when we are out and about. Oscar now realizes that he speaks and understands it better than we do and corrects our pronunciation.
Now Christian is the one who is sick. He's got a really bad case of food poisoning or something. Tonight we went out to eat at a chinese noodle house that is underground in a parking garage under Plaza de España. Afterwards, we came up and the wind was gusting. We got roasted chestnuts (castañas). They sell them on the street here in winter, along with roasted sweet potatoes.
We're devastated by the results of the US election. It's just so sad to see our country taken over by religious fanatics who want to fight and kill other religious fanatics. I see dark days ahead for the US...
Things are headed in a completely different direction here in Spain. People just seem more in touch with their humanity here. No one is willing to sacrifice democratic institutions for the illusion of safety, because they know what it is really like to live in a totalitarian regime. Life is so much more humane in almost every way, the culture is very forward-thinking. If it weren't for friends and family, I don't think I'd want to go back. As it is, we'd like to find a way to stay longer. Making money without a work permit is the tricky part...
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