We had our last evening of Spanish classes this week, culminating in a Spanish pot-luck dinner. We chose recipes in Spanish from the Goya website and broke bread together Tuesday night.
The class members and teacher are wonderful people: warm, bright, fun, interesting, lively, vibrant and motivated. Basilio, an English Cocker Spaniel, became my friend as I brought him doggie treats every week. As soon as I entered the room, he'd sit and wag his tail, looking up at me imploringly. He does have an imploring look, doesn't he? It looks like we'll be going back in the fall, mainly because we can't bear to not continue the relationship with this fine group.
Barbara in front is a plumber and works for Habitat for Humanity in third world countries, is going to Gaza this fall. Bruce is a retired surgeon and auditor for Bowdoin now. Sherry is a masseuse and wants to return with her nine year old son to Costa Rica where she lived twenty years ago. Pilar, our teacher, has Cuban roots, has taught at Brown and Bowdoin and now is teaching us. Margie is Bruce's wife and retired therapist/counselor cum ceramicist, tennis player, hiker and traveler. and then there's US.
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