Yesterday was a long post, so I will save my review of Gravity’s Rainbow for another day. Maybe Sunday. This morning was a joint Spanish lesson with Sherrill. Most Fridays, we meet at Sherrill’s apartment to make breakfast, but today we took a bus to a restaurant in Tuxtla because several weeks ago I told Sherrill that my favorite food was French toast, and she said I had to try the French toast at this one restaurant. We have been planning this trip for at least three weeks now (we were supposed to go last Friday, but I was sick). And the verdict is… it’s pretty good French toast. Certainly better than I can make on my own, but it would not be among the top three French toasts in Madison (for the record, the definitive rankings in Madison are 1. Short Stack, 2. Bloom, 3. Bassett Street Brunch Club, 4. Me, drunk at 3am with whatever is in the fridge, and in a faraway last place, Mickey’s). The restaurant itself was a large, Cheesecake-Factory-looking joint, which my Spanish teacher described as having “gringo ambience”. After eating, we stopped by the Office Depot, and then headed back to Chiapa de Corzo.
In the afternoon, (when I would normally be napping) Sherrill and I administered a level test for two retired men who wanted to start taking lessons. The men want in-person lessons, so they’ll both be working with Sherrill (who has the sole in-person class), but one of them didn’t speak much English, so I had to be there to help with the test.
I was prepared to tutor the twins after my regular classes, but they never arrived in the Zoom class. That happens. I’m sure we’ll reschedule for some later time.
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