YES! Estonia Mexico/Cuba Columbia England and a Dog

                                      At my home yesterday afternoon

 
L-R   Kadi (Estonia) /  jmp  (Limey) /Diego (Mexico/Cuba) / Yuliette (Columbia)   and a Dog


Nibbling on Almonds     Drinking tea, coffee, sparkling water, and juices.     Lots of sparkling conversation.   Much in Spanish.   Kadi is fluent in Spanish;  Yuliette is learning English.

Mr. Cooper was the star of the show. Fortunately, I Speak Dog.


With my dear Kadi.  She returns to her home in Raleigh N.C. today. Our weekend together has been splendid,


                                   Diego and Yuliette

 

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