A man sang “Sweet Home Alabama” to me in the street today; he goes around the world with his work and knew about Alabama. I must say, it sounded quite different in a Spanish accent.
When José smiles, his whole face smiles too. His laugh is just as contagious and makes even more wrinkles in his leather-skinned smile. We had a conversation today about mustaches and beards; he used to have a “bigote” or mustache. He told me that those who have beards eat twice…get it? At lunch we had a moment that was so clear and memorable. Jose said (in Spanish, mind you), “Isn’t life sweet?! It’s wonderful at your age, but even when you’re forty and even when you’re like us; life gets better and better. We are not old, we’re just older in age.”
I added: Age is just a reflection of the heart, no?
Amparo: And the mind!
Me: So that makes you like 28?
Both: Younger!
We all laughed because we knew it was true.
The girls and I painted fans or “abonicas” at school. One of mine was green with pink flowers and the other was blue with nautical designs. I have a whole new appreciation for painting on shifting surfaces. Afterwards we ate Telepizza for 1 euro today, my stomach is growling from the grease. I felt like I was back at Auburn!
At 8:30pm the whole group of students went out for tapas for Kelsey and Hannah’s birthdays. It was an adventure and ended up costing a bit more than planned. I had my 3rd glass of Tinto del Verano of the whole trip. We laughed a lot, but it wasn’t due to the wine.
Tapas were cut short because we wanted to get home for dinner with Jose y Amparo. Turns out we were a bit late and got a little scolding along with our ham sandwiches. I ate more than I could handle tonight and seriously need a time machine or a toilet to feel better.
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