- The three of us went to the dojo together twice. They love Angel at the dojo and it is fun to have him there.
- b and I cooked him many of his favorite meals, such as arroz con pollo (me), honey-mustard chicken cutlets w/ smashed potatoes and broccoli (me), meat and spinach lasagna (b), and meatballs (b). He even got to take some of it back to school frozen in individual containers.
- We went to one of our favorite restaurants for dinner, another for lunch and a third for brunch. (Ok so a lot of what we like to do involves eating).
- We watch 1 1/2 samurai movies (Angel has a paper due for English on the genre of samurai films)--Roshomon and Sanjuro.
- We watched the final debate and talked politics. Angel went off to school swearing he would not vote or even register. He was completely turned off of politics and declared the entire system meaningless. I knew he would not be persuaded otherwise by his parents and hoped his peers would do the trick. Seems they have.
- Angel and b got to play videogames together--Call of Duty 4, I believe.
- Angel and I got into an intense debate of our own over when, if ever, it is appropriate to use anti-gay humor.
It was a visit. I expected this. So I was not shocked nor surprised when it did not feel like he was "home." He wasn't. He is quite clear that school is his home and he visits us. I know he loves us and I know he enjoys spending time with us and I'm very grateful for that (although he didn't really need to say how much he misses his frat brothers or how he wishes he could have gone to the impromptu camping trip instead of coming home, but whatever). But a visit feels like a visit and there's no denying the difference.
In a nutshell I got what I expected and I enjoyed it but I can't get what I really want. What I want won't/can't come back and I accept that. I just don't have to like it.