More tears

Can you read it?

That's right: Harry Potter 7LasR General. Obviously.

Beautiful, beautiful Spanish there.

Here's how you would pronounce what it's trying to tell you: "Air-Ree Poht-Air ee loss ray-lee-kee-ahz day law mwhere-tay." Say it. Let it sink in.

Tonight, after meeting at Casa Del Pie and eating the most delicious strawberry tart that my was so delicious I didn't even care that I was so full, we took the bus from Sabanilla to the mall to see... finally... the new Harry Potter movie. Shanina and I split a caramel corn (I gained about 10 pounds today, clearly) and we sat in a theater with 8 rows as the movie played obviously from a laptop. At one point, you could see the play/pause/timeline buttons at the bottom. Also, preview for smurfs movie dubbed in Spanish.

We had the good fortune of having tickets (only 1800 colones!) for a subtitled and not-dubbed version, so I got to hear Ron's beautiful voice while I was told things like "Quien-tu-sabes va a regresar." See if you can figure that one out! Also, it subtitled parts that were obviously not supposed to be heard, like background whispers in the Chamber of Secrets. Us five gringos (plus Ariel, Shanina's tico cousin) laughed at all the wrong parts, and I loved it.

If you know me and books, though, I really can go to pieces at some parts. The second-to-last time I reread the seventh Harry Potter, I was in the backseat of Kirsten's Honda as we drove to Chicago. When I got to the part where Harry turns over the resurrection stone while walking into the forest — you know that part — I lost it. I just sobbed. It was awkward to explain. Luckily the lights were low in the theater, so Dylan (to my left) and Shanina (to my right) didn't notice or chose not to comment when I broke down during the movie-theater version. Harry's mom! The power of love! Your family being with you always! Etc. You understand. It just gets to something in me.

Anyway, I totally loved it. And I know everyone in Kansas is posting on Facebook that their "childhood is over," but mine's not. Michelle still has to go see it, so I'm going to go again!