“¡Bienvenidos a Barthelona!” Shannon shouted as she climbed onto the airport shuttle bus.
“I thought it was pronounced Barcelona,” Mike said.
“They pronounce ‘c’ like ‘th’ in Spain. I’m just trying to fit in.”
“Right, with your tennis shoes and fanny pack,” their Spanish teacher joked.
It was after midnight and the students’ last night in Spain before returning home to North Carolina.
Mrs. Hamilton sighed. “I hate that we won’t get to see Barcelona. It’s such a beautiful city.”
“There’s always next Spring Break,” Shannon said, hopeful.
Her teacher grinned. “No. Next Spring Break, we’re going to Costa Rica!”
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Memories of the coolest high school Spanish teacher ever, who took her entire class and even some former students to Spanish-speaking countries for Spring Break! Too bad we were only in Barcelona for a night (actually a few hours; we had a 6AM flight to Munich), but we did get to see Madrid, Córdoba, Sevilla, and Costa Del Sol. The next Spring Break was actually Mexico . . . in the middle of the Swine Flu outbreak. Needless to say, I didn’t go, but I’m sure it would’ve been fun . . . not really, a lot of the students came back sick…
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