My Friend Wilson

I am supposed to be starting the English Conversation Club this week, but things work a bit slowly around here and we are still trying to figure out the advertising of the club, so, instead of teaching English today, my friend Wilson taught me how to cook chorizo and french fries. (And no, he is not a volleyball!)

Here he is with the finished product.

Wilson is a pretty funny guy. He is 16, in his second semester at the university, and studies history. He is super passionate about learning English, and fairly good at it, which is why I was so surprised when he told me he had taught himself all he knows. Sometimes, I have no idea what he is saying, but often he has no idea what I am saying in Spanish, so we end up just staring at each other or laughing.

Last weekend, Wilson took me to the beach with his friends. The beaches here are so beautiful, but splashing in the waves with 16 year old boys can get a bit awkward, especially when they are scared of you. I did get the chance to teach them the difference between beach and b****, a pronunciation problem I have encountered in all of my Latin American travels.

Wilson also took me to the Inquisition Museum where we played around with different torture instruments as well as a guillotine and a hangman's noose. We also found this cannon.

Most importantly, Wilson loves my glasses. And I must say, he looks pretty good in them too!