Who knew I would find it so difficult to “assimilate” when returning to the U.S.A.? I didn’t. But it has been particularly challenging after spending 11 months and 2.2 weeks in Argentina. (Hugo won’t let me claim the full year–I’m a couple weeks shy, he says.) I can’t imagine what it has been like for Hugo so I will just have to say he finally is beginning to like it here. Thank goodness for that!
Now for a ridiculously short version of the past year. . .
In September 2011 I flew down to Buenos Aires, Argentina where a very anxious fiance and his sister were waiting for me in the airport. Apparently they were an hour early and spent 30 minutes in the wrong terminal. His sister said, “Maybe she decided not to come.” Eeek! Upon finding they were in the wrong terminal they quickly ran to the correct terminal and didn’t have to wait much longer. “There she is! She’s over here,” Hugo yelled across to his sister who was too short to see over the crowd. “I can’t see her! Find her and bring her over,” she recommended. I must admit I saw him but was so nervous I kept right on talking with an older woman I met on the plane. When I did see him it was just as the lady said, “It’s just like a movie!” We forgot both English and Spanish, but neither mattered at that moment.
It was cold the day I arrived but I just was not. Perhaps it was because I was still boiling hot from the Utah summer I’d left, but in any case I continually declined putting on anything heavier than my windbreaker. At one point his sister said (in Spanish, of course), “Aren’t you cold?” I answered incorrectly, “Estoy caliente.” At first Hugo and his sister just stared at each other. “What?” Hugo explained what I actually said (you’ll have to ask an Argentine). “Oh! I didn’t mean that!” Then they laughed while my face became hotter and hotter as the seconds rolled on.
Fast forward. . .
After a 16 hour bus ride to his home town of Presidencia Roque Saenz Pena, I was anything but smelling or looking precious, let alone pretty. “Please, before we see anyone, can you take me somewhere to shower?” “Uh-huh.” Yeah right! He took me straight to his mother’s house. Hugo, you will never live that one down.
His family was very kind, though I am not entirely sure if they were truly prepared for the girl from the U.S. I honestly don’t remember too much about this visit. I am sorry to say I was so tired that all I really remember is they were very kind. And then we went to pick up Lizet.
What a happy moment it was to meet Lizet in person for the first time! What an adorable little girl! She looked at me as if I were some unexpected present. I was afraid of overwhelming her so I waited for her lead. Hugo turned to us in the back seat and said, “Lizet, do you want to hug her?”
“Yes.”
“Then hug her!”
I thought it was a funny way to start things off between us, but I was glad someone gave us permission for the first hug. Hugo was very sweet and as I went around town buying toiletries and other items he stayed with my suitcases while Lizet pointed out pretty colors for towels and the “right brands” for shampoo and toothpaste. She was a doll. I miss her more than some might think I should miss a little girl who is not my own. She feels so much like a little girl who should be mine. I love her so much.
And then. . . well, I lived at a woman’s house until we were married on October 7th. Yes, we have already celebrated 1 year of marriage. We were married civilly because of their laws and unfortunately, because of confusion with our religious leaders, were not able to be married in the temple. (I cried and cried when I found our paperwork had been cancelled. The good news is it is in full swing again.)
I moved in with Hugo and Gustavo (a mentally handicapped man he cared for) right then and there and began an eventful first year of marriage.
(To be continued. . . )
Me and Hugo after the Saturday morning session of LDS General Conference in the LDS Conference Center. October 2012