We were introduced to a teacher and his classroom of 30 third graders. They all sat quietly in their seats as I entered the room. I scanned the children’s faces. They all had similar features of deep dark hair, chestnut-colored skin, and the blackest of eyes, slightly slanted. In a glance, they all seemed to look the same. The simple classroom was filled with simple desks, a concrete floor, open windows and a dry erase board. Frankly, I had expected worse. However, I learned that reaching further into rural areas was unsafe for for outsiders, especially considering how different I look from them with my snow-splashed skin and light blue eyes. The students’ eyes met mine and after a long silence, the maestro asked the students to welcome the maestra de los estados unidos, explaining that I had brought “regalitos” from another third grade class from far, far away. They cheered and welcomed me in unison “bien venida, maestra!” in a loud chorus. I decided to speak a couple simple sentences in broken Spanish, and then I broke into English with Rose translating along the way. The students’ eyes opened wide. They let out a unified “Woooow!” when they heard the foreign tongue. They were captivated. This is going to be cool….