Two days of reading and writing and popcorn and cleaning and socializing with new friends and more popcorn. Wednesday was Los Ricos. I only participated in two of the teaching English sessions, and I was still welcomed as if I'd been around the whole time. Ted and I worked with the kindergarten and first grade again. It was a little tricky this time as it was the final day of classes before vacation and the last day of English classes until next year. The kids had all prepared a dance and there were awards and certificates to be handed out. About halfway through the ceremony, Ted and I (who were sort of hiding in the back) heard our names being called out over a microphone. We both sort of stumbled in shock to the front and were presented with pictures from the first grade class of themselves. Uhhhhhh, there are moments when one's head and heart literally feels as though they will burst open, releasing a confetti of happiness and unexplainable awe. I'm having a plethora of these moments here in Mexico. We were later treated to a lunch of chicken, mole(dammmnnnn!), rice, beans, blue corn tortillas, loads of other savory meat dishes I don't know the names of, and then... the cakes! We had three massive cakes that a few of the volunteers had pitched in to purchase. The line was endless. The kids were in a frenzy and I decided that despite my addiction to sweets, the addiction that would make me push them all aside so I could grab a mound of chocolate icing (yes, it's pretty bad), I would forget about having cake today. Instead I spoke with an incredibly kind man who has managed to travel between Mexico, Vietnam and Thailand teaching English and house sitting for the last twelve years. Rich stories that I carry with me.