Day 26: They shaved the dog.

It wasn't cute to begin with. And now it just looks like one of those hairless cat things that celebrities carry around and buy pink studded collars for. It yips. Sometimes it just stands in my doorway, just looking at me. And when I walk into the apartment it licks my calves. It's name is Patán. They named it after Patricio, my 20-year-old bro. A little confusing, seeing as how Celeste calls her son Patán too. 

Have I mentioned that my homestay sis, Barbara is having her Quince (keen-say) next week? Think "My Super Sweet 16". And I'm not kidding. She has two gowns. All the guests are being transported to a wherever the party is somewhere in the city, and we're not allowed to leave until the bus returns at 6am. Gina is coming with me. Should be a blast. Room full of 14-15 year olds, cake, and we can only hope, an open bar???