Malanga

Cuba, 2005, I am the only grad student and Marc's informal "TA" on the UCD Study Abroad trip: One night I eat some very bad chicken and get sick as a dog. I spend about a day alone up in my room at the casa where all the undergrads and I are staying. I had spent the full day laying on the floor next to the toilet in my room. That evening Marc shows up at my door with a big plate of malanga. He tucked me in bed and then sat on a chair to watch me while I tried to eat. He stayed long enough to make sure I could keep a little of it down. I think this was one of the sweetest things ever!! I'm not sure why I start my postings here with this memory as opposed to any other of the many memories of El Profesor... I guess it was the first time that I saw that tender side of Marc....

I am currently in Puerto Rico and had to chuckle when there were bits of malanga in my chicken soup yesterday... yes, as I nursed another travel-related stomach ache... love you Marc!!