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Thursday, April 16, 2015

Early Spanish

There was a Spanish professor at UCD. My mom used to call him the "Latin Lover" because she saw him at the pool frequently, surrounded by young women. He was an Argentine. I studied with him later on. My first lit class we read Historia de una escalera, by Buero Vallejo, Requiem por un campesino español, by Ramón Sender, and poems by Antonio Machado. I still remember those poems.

On my study abroad program, I went to San Sebastián and bought a book by Miguel Hernández in a bookstore. It was love poems. I still have that book.

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