Art Class

Early Saturday morning the girls and I walked a mile to a woman's house to check out an art class.  I thought it would be a good time to do something pleasant while improving our language skills.  We weren't sure what to expect, but the woman had assured me that all we would need was what we had: colored pencils, paper, and crayons.

When we arrived, we were sweetly welcomed, introduced to the other children, and offered Terrere (a cold tea), which was very welcome after our long, hot walk.  The girls sat down and began drawing.  That is when there was a shift in the room.

The other children stared at what the girls were drawing.  I figured it was because the girls were using colored pencils, while the others were painting.  Here is their artwork.

Rebekah said this was where she wanted to camp. 

Gabby thought a game of tag would be fun, and those black rectangles on the tree are steps so you can pick the pears.

The following day I learned something.  The teacher of the class told me that she had never seen a child sit down and draw mountains (these were the first things on Rebekah's paper).  They don't have mountains here, let alone snow-capped peaks with pine trees sprinkled around.  

So as my girls practiced and learned more Spanish, they were also teaching (unbeknownst to them) the other children about landscape in the States.