Within a year after being hired at the Bureau of Labor Statistics, I decided to continue my education by taking night classes offered by the United States Department of Agriculture (USDA). While taking an economics class, I became friends with a guy named Dave who I would later call by the name ‘Senor David.’ Dave worked for the Federal Aviation Administration. He and I became friends and would often meet for drinks after work. I told him that I’d been reading books by Ernest Hemingway and developed a fascination for Spain. He told me that his family had taken in a Spanish foreign exchange student named Juaquin several years earlier. When I told him that I would like to travel to Spain, he suggested taking a Spanish class. He and I started taking Spanish classes in the fall of ’91 and continued the classes year-round until my trip to Spain in the spring of ’93. Our friendship soon included our other classmates in the Spanish classes. As everyone advanced to the next class level, the Spanish instructor did her best to stay with us by teaching the next level. As part of the educational and cultural experience, everyone usually went out for dinner together after class at a Latino or Spanish restaurant.
I met Martha right after the Inauguration of the most famous alumnus from Wellesley College who had just been elected President of these United States. By this time, I had already planned a two-week trip to Spain and had been taking Spanish classes for almost two years. Martha provided inspiration as she had studied in France and spoke French fluently. I planned to spend my 29th birthday in Spain. This added a tinge of excitement as I wondered what my birthday would be like while in a foreign country. Senor David asked his parents to contact Juaquin who lived in Marbella to see if he could meet me in Spain. Marbella is a blueblood resort located on the southern coast of Spain adjacent to the Mediterranean Sea. Juaquin wasn’t available to meet because he was away at university, but he said his sisters Miriam and YeYe could take me on a tour of Marbella and possibly Sevilla too. They had another sister Margarena who worked for the Sevilla Exposition for five years and she might join us in Sevilla. My excitement grew in anticipation of the trip as everything came together.
When I arrived at the airport in Madrid, the first thing I realized was that very few Spaniards spoke English. The Spanish dictator, Francisco Franco, had banned the teaching of English in Spain until his death in 1975. My visit was only 18 years removed from his death so very few people spoke English other than some young people. With the help of a college age American girl who was studying in Spain, I was able to communicate to a taxi driver where I needed to go. Before leaving the States, I made a reservation at a pencione, a guest house similar to a hostel, in Madrid located near the Plaza Mayor. Senor David gave me the phone number of Juaquin’s family in Marbella to call and introduce myself before leaving the States. When I called, I spoke to Joaquin’s mother Senora Souviron who everyone called ‘La Madre.’ She didn’t speak any English and my limited Spanish made for a difficult conversation. I was able to give her the phone number of the pencione in Madrid where I would stay.
Miriam called the pencione my first night in Madrid while I was out enjoying beers, ham, and green olives at the Plaza Mayor. She left a message with the owners that was almost entirely in Spanish. Senor David had told me that Miriam studied English in England. Unfortunately, she hadn’t practiced much since that time and forgot most of what she had learned so she left a message in Spanish. The owners didn’t speak English either so I couldn’t understand most of the message. Again, luck would strike as another American woman from California who had been teaching English in Spain for over a year just happened to be staying at the pencione. The owners asked her to translate the message. She told me that Miriam couldn’t take me on excursion because of a prior commitment but she had arranged a ticket for me to take the bus to Marbella on April 3rd. All the trains were already full because of Procesion or Semana de Santos—the week-long celebration in Spain during the Easter holidays.
I needed to call Miriam to let her know that I received her message. To make the call I had to pay a small service charge to the pencione owners. The pencione had one telephone. No one had cell phones. I gave the owner the number of the Souviron family in Marbella. He called the number and then handed the phone to me. Again, Senora Souviron answered and the only word both of us understood was Miriam. After hanging up, I decided to ask the American woman if she would be willing to translate again? She agreed. I paid the small service charge again and the owner dialed the number and spoke to Senora Souviron. After a brief conversation, the owner handed the phone to me. I immediately handed the phone to the American woman. She spoke with Senora Souviron and confirmed all the arrangements. I was definitely ready for another beer! The American woman and I clicked and decided to hang out together for a couple of days before I left for Marbella. She and I enjoyed authentic Spanish food while washing down the food with plenty of cervezas and sangria!