Monday Elena, Sally and I headed over for our weekly visit to visit the Sanchez. When we got to their house no one answered so I thought it was the old “refugee running late because they have no sense of time” scenario. As we were leaving we walked by the park that is by their house and Mr. Sanchez called out to us. He and taken the kids to the park to play because they were tired of being in the house. So we talked with him outside-the day has lost its warmth and it was getting very chilly. He was in a good mood, I think because Mrs. Sanchez found a job! It seems like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He talked a lot about life in Cuba, more specially about cross dressers. Raul Castro (Fidel’s brother) has a daughter who is a lesbian therefore the cross dressers have a kind of political immunity. I thought this was so interesting, I would have never expected that from a communistic country. Also we talked about dogs and how vicious they are in Cuba, apparently. He told us stories of how people where torn apart and decapitated by pit bulls. This invigorating story was ended by delicious pasta…with eggs. YUM.