In which, after a serious conversation with herself, Maestra Pan Comido decided that she needed to confront her fears of a. the children and b. the art teacher.
Taking a deep breath, I approached the art teacher, and asked, con mi español cortesia, if I might observe his class. He smilingly agreed.
Pan Comido! I even used the conditional tense correctly, and all was well with the world.
Maestra Pan Comido returned to class at the appointed time, only to learn from Ismael, the art teacher, that no KIDS showed up.
Goddamn kids.
Off to sign up for a backstrap loom weaving class, because I am going to spend some time thinking about art and crafts in this country IF IT FUCKING KILLS ME.
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