Nothing spectacular or amazing happened. I had my regular Tuesday classes, Grammar and Franco Era History, which, I know, sounds like scraping your nails on a chalk board. But both of my teachers and kind, empathetic, understanding, and they aren't there to push me through a system. Being in that kind of environment makes the world of a difference when trying to learn a language. It's not about my grades, or writing 5,000 words in Spanish. It's about how I prove they have taught me something. And that's a wonderful feeling, to know that someone is trying to help you not to get paid, but because they want you to know it. I love my classes here.
Yesterday, it was hot, and muggy and the humidity was horrid. And it rained. It was a disaster. The forecast was similar for today. But on our way to school, it wasn't raining, and by the time I had my first break between classes, it was blue skies, and the humidity had lessened quite a bit.
Between classes, I went to a little French bakery by school. I smell it every day when walking by, so I figured, today would be the day I would try it. The sun was out, and it wasn't too hot, so I grabbed a chocolate croissant and a latte and found my slice of heaven in Sevilla.
After classes, we ate lunch and had our siesta as usual. I did what little homework I had, and then left to go tutor. I was worried because I wasn't sure where I was going, and the mother had mentioned to me that her son was 'a revolution' when he was with his brother. Being that girl, who has had her fair share of nannying issues, I was petrified of a snooty, spoiled, Spanish boy.
I couldn't have been more wrong. Álvaro is 11, he is sweet, charming and speaks very good English for what little time he has been studying it. We sat today for an hour just chatting and going over small grammar things. And he was a doll. His little brother ages 6 and 4, only bothered us for a minute, but they are totally little brother. And his mother is absolutely stunning, she may be the most gorgeous Spanish woman I have seen in Sevilla. After our English session, I walked home in the sunshine smiling to myself, anticipating next week when we get to hang out again. I love and miss everyone at home so much. But I have to admit, I have such a buen rollo here in Sevilla. All my love xoxo
Glad your classes are going well and it's all going your way. Think of you everyday. Love ya- Dad
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