This week, simply for the purpose of getting a different perspective, Douglas and I both changed teachers. He moved from Mercedes to Julio and is enjoying their time together. ("Mercedes was good," said Douglas, "but I couldn't ask her to teach me las vulgaridades. I need a guy for that.") Meanwhile, I moved from Fabiola to Amalia Jarquin, who is a private Spanish teacher, and I'm bowled over by her. College educated in international relations, Amalia is an excellent teacher who's not only making previously indecipherable things sink into my head, but offers an incisive perspective on world events. Part of my vocabulary now, thanks to my talks with Amalia in Spanish, are words such as atacar, miedo, seguro, antrax, sintomas, sufrir, poderosa, pobre—attack, fear, safety, anthrax, symptoms, suffer, powerful, poor—as she and I spend a little time every morning with the newspaper discussing (still slowly, mind you!) the affairs of the day.