An Uneventful MonthFor the rest of August and the whole of September, I stayed with Paco through the week and we spent weekends at mine. We settled into a routine of companionship.
As part of my campaign to forge a life with friends on the island, I attended the Spanish class I enrolled in back in April, held in a room at the local library and run by a native Spanish speaker who was fluent in English. Her name was Sofia. She had long black hair, warm eyes and an expressive mouth. I took to her immediately. As for the other students, they proved a prickly bunch of highly competitive expats. There was a lot of jostling for position both with regard to who spoke the best Spanish and who was closer to Sofia. I found the interactions, the asides and jibes and pointed if jocular barbs tedious.
