I didn't need stitches, but my finger still hurts. Thanks to everyone for their concern. No, I didn't bleed all over my juicy, tasty, flavorful turkey. We're still dealing with the leftovers though. I'll probably make a turkey casserole tomorrow.
My brother's friend Sebastian, a young man from Chile, has moved into our house. We've made room in the guest bedroom already. Apparently, the family that was caring for him kicked him out. He had planned to move in with us in January, but we don't mind having him here a little early.
One interesting thing about him is that he's Jewish. I'm not sure how we'll handle that around this Advent and Christmas time, but I'll do my best to be as ecumenical as possible. He's a really nice kid. My brother tells me he's one of the best tennis players in the world (top 20) and knows Spanish, French and is learning English here in the states. His father owns some sort of business and is apparently fairly well to do. I think he'll enjoy it more here than at his old house, because my mother is very loving and knows spanish. Plus, she can cook like nobody's business. His moving in may help my brother and me improve our spanish skills. I think, overall, his being here will be a good experience.
