Jason spreads the quilt underneath the grapevines. It has grown since their wedding night seven years ago, stitched together with the flags of countries and cities they had visited each anniversary, starting with Seville, Spain on their honeymoon.
“Everyone goes to Paris,” he had whispered to her as he kissed the top of her hand. “Let’s take a boat ride along the Guadalquivir, watch the Torre del Oro reflect golden yellow on the river’s surface.”
This year, they decide on a domestic vacation, a picnic in the foothills of North Carolina.
Maya kneels on the Costa Rican flag, places the basket at the center of Japan. Jason pours the wine over Morocco while Maya spreads the toast, Swiss cheese, and jar of jelly across Canada, Chile, and Bermuda.
“Shouldn’t we have grapes too?” Maya asks.
“They’re right above you,” Jason says chuckling. “Pick the ripest muscadine you can find. We’ll bite into it together.”
“¡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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