A tale of three sisters

Lorena, the middle daughter in my host family (who happens to be my age) is already in Paris working at Disneyland. She knows five languages: Spanish, French, English, Italian, and Catalan (a regional dialect similar to Spanish, but also a little different). I believe this is a summer job for her, since her career is in translation (she translates books into various languages). Her family will be visiting her in Paris, but not until long after I´m gone (boo-hoo for me since none of the other family members know French). As for my own career, I still don´t have any idea what I want to do, but Lorena´s job of translating books gave me the idea of actually translating some of Jackie´s romance novels (but this is all just wishful thinking; I believe she already has a translator and I´m not fluent enough to actually begin translating at least for now.). The other two daughters, Maria-Jesús (24) works at a shoe store and has shown me a pair of Flamenco shoes which are similar to those used for Mexican Folkorico, only they apparently run smaller. I only get to see her during lunch break when she comes home to eat with us and during the evening when she comes home for dinner. Her novio is named José and she will be getting married to him next summer in the same church where her mom was married back in Sept. 1979 and where her baptism took place as a baby. We both have been looking at different styles of wedding dresses together and I have drawn her some styles that I may like to wear if I am ever to make such a commitment in the (FAR) future. Zaida (16), the youngest daughter is with us all day except for when she goes shopping and baby-sitting Luciano. She´s the typical annoying teenage girl who likes to argue with her mom, wear the latest style of clothing (which I would NEVER be caught dead wearing), and hang out with friends and novios at the Centro Comercial. As for Jesús, the father, I only see him at dinnertime since he works at a gas station late in the day until closing time. My mom, Encarnita, works at home sewing and altering formal dresses and other types of clothing. She´s the one who is there to converse with me most of the time and is in the same age group as my friend Jackie. Although she´s the only one there to talk Spanish with me most of the time, it will be sad for me to leave all my host family members. However, we made promises to keep correspondence and the opportunity to visit if I am ever to return to Spain (maybe during my break time if I end up studying abroad in France for a year; but it won't likely be until after I graduate). Sometimes treasured moments bear a hefty price tag!