A foreign exchange student is staying with you for one week. Who is the one person who want them to meet?
Today’s entry is going to be a short one. My daughter is home for Christmas, and as usual I have a million things to do in the next two days. It is nice having two adult children now; the Christmas tree was assembled this morning without me lifting a hand and someone else did the breakfast dishes after a feast of Arme Ritter. (If you’ve never had Arme Ritter, you need to make it at least once in your lifetime. Its the German version of French toast but a bit more decadent).
But back to the prompt. A few years back I took a leadership class that brought together public employees to learn more about Santa Cruz County–its government, culture and history. One of the best days was spent with Sandy Lydon, a local historian who is deeply knowledgeable about the history of the Central Coast of California. I learned more about Santa Cruz County history, from the time of the Ohlone Indians to the present day, in that half day then I ever would have gleaned from a history book. Sandy is an extremely engaging speaker and brings the human back into the historical events and statistics. So if I was to plunk my student down for a lunch at the Santa Cruz wharf, I would pick Sandy as a companion. While feasting on Stagnaro’s clam chowder, I can guarantee that the student in question would not be bored for a single minute, and would walk away from the meal with a head full of tales and a satisfied belly.