My high school Latin teacher was a tiny, intimidating Argentinian woman. In her elaborate shawls, she meandered about the school at a pace of .5 miles/hour, sipping her tea and scolding us for furrowing our brows. If you told me she grew up speaking Latin at home, I’d have no doubts. She was of another time.
In Vino Veritas
In Vino Veritas
In Vino Veritas
My high school Latin teacher was a tiny, intimidating Argentinian woman. In her elaborate shawls, she meandered about the school at a pace of .5 miles/hour, sipping her tea and scolding us for furrowing our brows. If you told me she grew up speaking Latin at home, I’d have no doubts. She was of another time.