Everynight the other volunteers (and I) get together at the local cafe (well... the only cafe) for a beer. At the moment, most are from France. While my fluency died a long time ago, I´m nonetheless amazed at how much I do, in fact, remember. Especially the more I hear it.
I do feel like the old lady... all the other (and I do mean All) volunteers are either in or recently post-college. They´re all very nice to me, however.
Missing you all... hope all is fine up north!
Ciao for now.
(And yes, I'm "only" 58, not 60... and it's from Lima, not Argentina. Nonetheless, the sentiment stands!)
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