My landlords are very nice people, and the husband is going to school to become a minister. They are Hispanic, and wonderful people. When I told them about Spane's problem, they suggested we accompany them to a special event that was happening at their church.
I remember the first time I saw a building with the word Iglesia on the signage. I thought to myself, "Gee, Julio Iglesias must be really popular to have so many buildings named after him!" I didn't know then that Iglesia is the Spanish word for Church.
This was one of the most uplifting experiences I have ever had. These people stood and sang and clapped for at least a hour to various religious songs. Shoot, Catholics like me complain when the Communion rite gets over 5 minutes, let alone an hour!
There were two gentlemen, one older than the other, that I thought may be been father and son who were playing classical guitar, and telling jokes. I only understood the one about hair loss as the older man patted his head, and I laughed hard with everyone else. They also did the Hava Nagila song - I don't think the rest of the congregation got that one, but I was almost tempted to get up and dance. These guys were really good!
Then the minister said some prayers in English and Spane and I went up to the minister to pray and have special blessings. Spane was a little shy and confused as people who he did not know were hugging him.
When we got home, Spane had some yogurt and Young Walnut, and ran around a little. He was actually pretty good, and went to bed at a decent time. He had a headache, but after taking an Advil, he was able to sleep.
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