|Sign on Bathroom Door at Coffee Shop|
Someone from the school was able to direct me to an cafe with wifi. It was a coffee house that would fit well into any American city. Stupidly, I forgot to ask for decaffeinated which proved problematic later in the day. Happily with my Latte con la soya I settle in with the wifi, checking my email and IM-ing with Tim. It felt good.
I left a little after 10 in order to buckle down to my homework at the school. The coffee shop was far too distracting. Along the way I found an excellent stationary story that quickly produced a very full bag of rubber bands. I passed on trying my hand at asking for index cards.
Back at school, unfortunately, the wifi seemed to be out and I could not remain connected. I did pursue my homework with vigor, hoping against hope that I would really get the hand of things.
|Politicians don't believe anything|
Off to school. WHAT A GREAT AFTERNOON. I must have turned some corner, because we did little formal exercises and just talked, Aisla correcting me as I confused tenses and direct and indirect articles. We talked about religion, politics, governments, and economics. The most intense time was when we shared the stories of our faith journeys. El Espíritu was certainly in that space with us. By 7 p.m. we were out of time for me to finish reading a chapter from a young adult's book. What a great afternoon. I told Aisla as I got up to leave Yo tengo la suerte que tú eres mi maestra.
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