Martin arrived fresh from giving a group of Mexicans and Brazilians Miami's Cuban Heritage Tour. The Mexicans had shown interest, he said; the Brazilians not so much. "I guess their own country is so wonderful it's hard for them to get excited about another." But he did remember a trip once that got the attention of Brazilians: a dinner cruise on the Jungle Queen during which they were served baked beans.
Hilary and Roland walked in, Hilary holding up the day's Herald and announcing we had a published author in the class. Then she showed us Blanca's Letter to the Editor. Roland handed out copies of his story, about studying Chinese in Shanghai, on East China Normal University stationery.
Hilary read about a journey in Brazil, which included a visit to the sculptures of Aleijadinho. (I knew the name because one of my freelancers, Pamela Petro, wrote a beautiful story about him when I was at the Sun-Sentinel.)
Ketsia read about getting a lift from a tow-truck driver in Georgia and discussing with him the salty-sweet perfection of PayDay candy bars. Blanca hadn't written anything new, so she read her Letter to the Editor about Virginia Key. Then Jorge, the journalist from Madrid, read the beginning of a piece about Aragon. In Spanish.
