Spanish School

I started Spanish School on Monday. Monday through Friday our class meets for 4 hours in the afternoon. The class consists of 3 Germans, 1 Swiss, 1 Englishman, and me. Plus Carlos, our instructor, of course. The school is crawling with Germans, or at least German-speaking people and the British. So far, I have yet to meet an American- not that I´m complaining.

I was worried that even though I was taking a beginner class, I would still be the only clueless one in the class. I was certain that everyone would have taken at least one Spanish class before. Not so. Everyone is just as clueless as I am. I´m actually taking to Spanish pretty quickly. Last night over dinner, I was impressing Elvia with my vocabulary. She even called me muy intelligent. Truth is, compared to German, Spanish is pretty darn easy.

I thought 4 hours sitting in a class would be pretty painful, but it´s actually quite fun. The 4 hours fly by. Carlos is a fun instructor, which helps. Our class is held outside, since the weather is so perfect. It stays right around 70ish, and there´s pretty much always a mountain breeze. The sun can be pretty intense this high up and right on the equator, but class is in the shade, so it´s pretty perfect.