Esquela y Inglais lecciones

As you might know I have about 3 or 4 holes in my screen door and I have already bought screen in Hermosillo! So I decide to tackle my screen this morning, as last night, mosquitoes invaded the beach!

I measure carefully, cut the screen and begin to replace the old screen. It is tedious work as I have bought wire screen, which is thicker than the other plastic screening I just took off and more dangerous with the metal sticking about.

It takes me about 2 hours to pound in three sides. As I am finishing the third side, two male youth appear, smiling and shy at the same time, asking me if their professor can bring the class here to practice their english.

At least that is what I believe they have said. I say Muy bien, Si por favor.

I finish the third side of the screen and no one has showed up. As I’m thinking I will both wait until tomorrow to finish the last side – and cross fingers no imaginative mosquito will arrive tonite and find the one side that is still open – and I will take a siesta, I hear giggling and trampling through the sand.

There are about a dozen kids and their teacher, Isai. He tells me in Spanish that they have questions for me in english and asks me to answer in english. So I agree.

The first four questions are from young men, who carefully read their questions somewhat in English. The what is your name, where are you from, how old are you, how long are you staying in Las Glorias, are the easy questions.

When I am about to ask if the girls do not have questions, a young girl steps forward. The questions get more difficult: what do you do, what is your daily routine, why are you here, describe your appearance, describe who you are, explain your family name (last name) – what, you mean my Jewish Lesbian name??? hmmmm

Isai good naturedly attempts to translate my answers, that I try to keep as simple as I can for such a complicated womon! Hahaha!

When each youth has asked me their question, the professor asks me if I would like to ask the kids questions.

Of course, I pick out the girls and ask them things like: do you like school? Have you lived here all your life? What is your favorite thing to do? What would you like to be doing now, instead of talking with me?

After I have asked about 4 girls questions, the professor picks out the boys for me to ask questions of, which I do.

When it is time for them to go, Isai asks me (I think) to come to school in the morning to help with the inglais class – and he will teach me Spanish while I help with pronunciation in english. I agree.

He gives me rapid directions in spanish how to get to the school and he lists the places he has been in the united states – all over the north coast and south west, basically. He likes the united states and has his visa but his husband does not.

I’m not sure if he meant husband because he then says ‘she’ and ‘her’. Hmmmm He certainly looks gay to me, but could it be?

Shortly after he leaves, one of Elsa’s grandsons, Josue, appears with another youth and a very neatly hand-written letter inviting me in Spanish to visit the classroom tomorrow.

Yeah! How wonderful to connect with the youth in this way! I’m hoping Isai will allow me to give a lesson on plastic bottles, as this beautiful place is littered with them – and other non-degradable, or edible treasures.