My final round of...PAELLA!

On Sunday afternoon my host mom fixed me my ninth and final round of paella for lunch at the beach home. Since the rice just fills me up so fast, a fourth of my portion was saved and fed to Mio, the family's dog, who is so wild. He runs really fast and looks like a tumbleweed or gigantic furball, which he is. Nevertheless, he LOVES to pounce on people and give kissy-licks. When I'm standing up, he loves to lick my TOES!

My ninth round of paella...the ninth round happens to be the final round but it sure doesn't feel that way. In order for the ninth round to feel complete with no other paella platters to come, it would have to be followed by a tenth round, since the number ten feels like completion in such a way. In God's eyes, seven is the number of completion, but when we were kids, we had to learn how to count to ten as one of our first milestones. Ten happens to be the first number with two digits, which makes it seem so important. Just as nine falls short of ten, so my ninth helping of paella, in a way, falls short of being the last one. Maybe this means something: maybe I'll have my tenth round if I come back to visit my host family some day. Pray that God will work something out as I would LOVE to come back to visit and see more of ESPANA!