It takes a very special person to make a girl feel at home when she’s 8,000 miles across the world – give or take a few. Every time I talk to Sara, she has a story about Isabel, her host mom. I would love to meet this woman, but since a trip to Spain isn’t possible right now, I made her a card:
- Gracias, Four Frames and 5th Avenue Floral stamp sets
- Wild Wasabi, Rose Red and Whisper White card stock
- Black Stazon ink pad
- Wild Wasabi and Rose Red Classic ink pads
- Black wide stripe grosgrain ribbon
- Decorative label punch
- Champagne Shimmer paint mixed with rubbing alcohol in a spray bottle
How can you not love a woman who insists your daughter MUST eat breakfast so that she won’t faint on the walk to school? Who cooks hamburgers (made with ground chicken, a better choice) for the first time in her life for her American student? Who treats my daughter as her own…of course I am going to love this woman, even if I never meet her.
My daughters tease me, telling me it’s my own fault they’ve traveled so far. I raised them to be confident, strong young women. I live on Maui, for goodness sake, you would think they might like to spend time here! But they are both where they belong, and they both call to check in regularly. They don’t fool me, though – it’s not always the first question, but it’s never long before they ask “How’s Pookie?” (That’s Captain Stupidhead in Girl-Speak.)
I’m writing my message to Isabel in English, and Sara will have to translate. I want to get it right, and I’m sure Sara will make sure she understands. Isabel is a mother, too, and I think the language is the same.