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They call it the levant. A dry, sapping breeze that blows in from Africa and engulfs the city in shimmering heat. It’s a heat like no other, they say. It has a personality all of its own, this breeze. Beware the levant….. I’ve been waiting for it to blow in ever since I arrived in
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I am learning to assume nothing. As this course goes on it is becoming increasingly apparent to me that, no matter how good your lesson plan is, no matter how well timed and staged each aspect of your lesson is, the students will always throw you. Pedro started it of course, with is steadfast refusal
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It’s thirty-four degrees. Down in Santa Cruz, the heat is being reflected back off the old city walls, and it’s possible to see the waves rippling in the air. The white of the buildings is blinding and harsh. Enough to make you flinch. My throat is dry and taut. It’s like walking in an oven.
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Gee, the things you forget about yourself sometimes. When I was a wee kid, I remember thinking about all the people in the world. I’d lie there sometimes and think about how many people there were on the planet, and I’d ponder how long it would take to say helo to all of them. I’d
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Tomorrow we have a holiday. Corpus Christi. It’s a feast day in celebration of the Holy Eucharist. A celebration of that strange act of transubstantiation in which the bread and the wine are miraculously transformed into the body and blood of Christ. Not metaphorically, but literally. I only know this because we were talking to
