Latin proffer

This evening at the dinner table I had my first breakthrough with my family. I had arrived home later than usual, walking up the path toward my home just after six in the evening as the sun had neared the end of its cycle for the day. When I stepped onto the porch I notice Don Mario, my father, working on the left front corner of the house. He has recently completed this extension of the original structure and was coating the fresh cinderblock bricks with a coat of plaster as a primer before applying the purple paint to match the rest of the home.
I offered my help as soon as I realized this and he put me straight to work until I had completed what was left of the wall. The work was quick, only taking me thirty minutes or so, though I somehow managed to get myself considerably dirty, what with all the plaster dripping onto me from the untrained hand which held the brush.
After finishing, Don Mario invited me to join him for dinner where Doña Irene had waiting for me a bowl of cold black beans, to which she added a large lump of cheese, I’m not sure what kind, and lying in wait a ready supply of tortillas. The dish was fantastic and I ate heartily, making sure to limit myself to just two tortillas; (The night before I had been remise in curbing large appetite and ate four). Along with that she provided a refresco allayan, a drink prepared from freshly squeezed fruits, though I haven’t found what an allayan is just yet.
Once finished, my parents and I began talking lightly about the day’s events and the like, things which I felt they might be focusing on to help me along with my Spanish. I took the opportunity to use some of the new words and phrases which I had gathered throughout the day. Yet, from all this regular conversation we came to talk about the sad history of El Salvador, US involvement, and general American culture and sociology. During the conversation Marios mother, niece and any of a number of their children, of which there are seven, sat or stood to listen.
Their niece, which I have already grown to like very much came towards the end and remained throughout the duration. Though she is quite young, seventeen, she seems very interested in learning and thus we spent the duration of the evening teaching each other Spanish and English, along with el Don Mario y Doña Irene. Though I felt comfortable and enjoyed the evening previous, tonight was simply special. Though I’m still very limited in what I’m able to say, they are as helpful and patient with me as to remove all anxiety over my ineptitudes. In particular, they are sure to correct me often, which I’m sure will help me a long way toward speaking fluently.
Already these people have found a place in my heart. I can only hope that I have begun to forge a place in theirs. I have found myself stricken with the beauty and simplicity of this life of los campesinos, the farmers. I’m learning much already and look to the future, eager with anticipation.