Folkfest 2012 Part 2

The first of my six boys I was able to talk to on my own was Deibys Medina. He was a musician so I drove him alone to rehearsal Monday morning. He was very grateful for everything we had prepared for them. I also remember that he was very interested in learning. He said he would learn more of our language every day so he can speak well to us. During the rest of the week, and the weeks to follow, I learned to love him very much. He was sweet and thoughtful. He was one of the few of the guests that were consistently punctual. I loved to talk to him about his life and his country. It was hard sometimes because he did not speak a whole lot of English, but he did his best and I actually did notice his language skills improving during the time we were together. One day, we took the Colombians to Cabellas. Deibys picked out a gift for me there; a door mat. It was funny because he was always talking about how dirty the floor got at home because so many people were coming in and out all week long and we didn’t have time to sweep because we were so busy.
Ivan did not speak English a lot. He was quieter than the others. He was very gentle and he smiled a lot. Juan Pablo, or JP, was the opposite of Ivan. He was very loud and very physical. He gave hugs and kisses a lot. Ralph got a little jealous and had to talk to JP about hugging and kissing Cynthia too much. JP also sang, too. The last night the Colombians stayed with us we went up Hobble Creek Canyon to roast marshmallows, all the way home JP sang songs in Spanish. I tried to record some of his singing, but my cell phone battery died.
Manuel had the most awesome afro-style hair and everyone commented on it. Whenever someone asked, “Manuel, which on is he?” I would say, “The one with the hair,” and they would always know who I was talking about. He was usually the one who made us late for everything because he took forever to fix his hair. When we took the Colombians boating at Utah Lake he was so worried that his hair would get ruined if it got wet. He made me laugh. We ended up getting stranded at Utah Lake because the boat died and then after we got it going again Kristi Ruesch, one of my host families and also a teacher at ATEC where I work, got her truck stuck in the sand at Sandy Beach.
I often got Osias and JP mixed up. It kind of reminded me of the issue I had mixing up Sasha and Niken during the 2011 Folkfest. At first, they looked so much alike to me that I mixed them up pretty much every time I talked to them, but as I got to know them better, I realized that they are not alike at all. Osias did not speak English very well, but he talked to me a lot. Most of the time, I think, he would forget that I didn’t understand Spanish because he would talk and talk and talk and I would just stare at him blankly. However, he did not ever have a hard time telling me that he was happy and that he loved me and my family. When the dancers performed for my students at ATEC, Osias let me wear his hat for a while. After they left Springville, I went to visit them at the Bountiful Folkfestival. They were in the middle of their dance when I arrived. Osias and JP pulled me in the circle of dancers, gave me his hat, and tried to teach me to dance with them. I was really bad at it, but I didn’t care that I looked retarded in front of all those people because my brothers wanted me to dance with them. When they left Springville, Osias gave me two beautiful figurines. One of them was a city bus and the other was a canoe with produce on it and a man rowing. The man looks so much like Osias. When he gave it to me he said, “This is me.” I have it out on my bookshelf so that I can see him when I’m missing my wonderful Colombian brothers.
I know I’m not supposed to have favorite people, but David is one of my favorite people in the world right now. He is so handsome and friendly. The first time I had time to talk to him and get to know him was when we were at home getting ready for dinner. He brought out his laptop and showed Cynthia and me pictures of his home country. I fell in love with his country and his culture because of his photography and his stories. The rest of the week we talked often. He spoke more English than any of the others making communication so much easier. He did, however, struggle with the English “ch” sound. It always came out “sh” which became quite amusing when he tried to say “cheat”. It kept coming out as a particular inappropriate word. I remember driving around with that swearword being repeated over and over and over in the back seat. It was quite amusing. During our cook-out on their last night in Springville an ambulance drove past with its siren on. All of the Colombians started screaming something. David explained to me that they had a story in their country about a woman whose children were kidnapped and killed. The sound of screaming in the forest was supposed to mean that she was wailing as she searched for her lost children.
When I visited David at the South Jordan festival I was able to meet his sister who had come to see him perform. She was a very beautiful and sweet girl. After the Colombians left Springville, David made sure to keep in contact with me through facebook chat. Even now that he is home in Colombia he makes sure to talk with me when he can. Last night I spoke with him online and, even though we have language restrictions, he was able to sense that I was upset about something and give me advice in the way only a good friend can. Perhaps my most precious memory of David was the last night during our marshmallow roast, David silenced everyone and gave a wonderful speech to thank me and my siblings and to invite us to experience his home. I obviously cried a lot.
The night before the Colombians left Springville, as I mentioned, we took them up Hobble Creek Canyon to roast marshmallows and peeps. We had not told our boys where we were going ahead of time, so about half way up the canyon they asked if we were going to Payson. I said, “No, we’re going up the canyon to have a cook-out.” They didn’t understand, so I repeated myself. They still didn’t get it, so I tried saying it a couple different ways. Finally I just gave up and said, “We’re kidnapping you.” Of course, they didn’t know what that meant either. After some explaining, they all understood at the same time and said, “Ahhh! Oh no! We are scared! We are crying!” They continued the joke later on after we had started the fire. I was cleaning the roasting sticks in the fire. The ends of the sticks were red hot. Deibys said, “Are you going to burn us like cows now?” It made me laugh.
The last two days of the festival, Kristi Ruesch and her husband, Mark, had to go to Las Vegas for a wedding. I stayed at their house to be with the four Colombian girls they were hosting. The girls were so fun. I took them to DI to go shopping. They bought a whole bunch of purses for their friends at home. One of the girls, Louisa, tried on hats with me. I got a really cute picture of her wearing an old fashioned black hat with netting draping in front of her face. She was such a beautiful girl! While the girls were shopping at DI, I took one of them, Marcella, to a nearby Hispanic market to buy a calling card. When I was backing out of my parking spot another car backed out at the same time on the opposite side of the lot, making us hit bumpers. I felt so bad that Marcella had to experience that. Now she’s probably going to think Americans are crazy drivers. Fortunately there was no damage done to either car, so it was okay.
Claudia spoke very good English. She was the one in charge of selling souvenirs and taking pictures, kind of like a mix between Indonesia’s Kevin and Dandy. I remember that I had to bring Jaxton to the South Jordan festival with me. Claudia thought he was so cute and wanted to hold him a lot.
I had the privilege to be one of the drivers that took the Colombians to Las Vegas to catch their flight home after the South Jordan festival was over. The last of my four girls, Ana, sat shotgun the whole way there and talked to me to help me stay awake. It was such a wonderful conversation, one of those conversations that, even though you can’t remember exactly what was said, you think about it and feel a wonderful loving connection to the person. Even though I got really sick on the way home from Las Vegas and had to stop and spend the night at Aunt Stephanie and Uncle John’s house, I am so grateful that I was able to go. I feel spoiled that I got to spend so much more time with the Colombians than most of the other hosts.
As I sit here trying my hardest to remember every detail of the time I spent with the Colombians I am saddened to think that there is no possible way I can capture every memory in words. I know I’ve already forgotten things about their time here that I would have loved to keep for the rest of my life. The one thing I will not forget, though, is the feeling that there really is enough room in my heart to love two countries, and more. The gift of the Folkfest will always be precious and fulfilling every year because it gives me the opportunity to revisit the memories of past years and create new friendships and add new members to my international family.