LLUVIA Y LOS TRES PEDROS
Was it rain that kept the students away today?
On the way to class in the rain today, I was reminded of the three Pedros I dated when I was a student in Madrid.
Spain has been on the mind quite a bit lately, as I make my way through a six-part Spanish miniseries about St. Teresa of Avila. (I'm cannot get enough of the Catholic mystics these days).
The miniseries was made by TV arm of where I did my internship.
Pedro el Primero worked there, too. He was a charming blue-eyed rubio (blonde) from Andalucia. I remember dancing with him and watching Los Gritos del Silencio (The Killing Fields) with him.
I don't recall if Pedro el Segundo worked. He was a Madrileño rocker who lived with his family and was a dead ringer for a young Elvis / Krishna. He had a massive poster of Nina Hagen on his wall, and explained that Madonna had stolen all of her (early) schtick from her. "¡Ella tiene mucha cara [cheek], Cara!"
Pedro el Tercero was a Basque architecture student who liked to hacer yogging (go jogging) and had impeccable taste in music. I fell hard for him, and whenever I do the paradise meditation I inevitably envision his beautiful hometown of San Sebastian.
But it was Pedro II who hated the rain.
One day he stood me up for our date, on a Sunday near el Rastro.
"Por que?" I asked.
"¡Cara!" he said, with a hint of exasperation in his voice. "¡Está lloviendo!"
Perhaps that's why only two people came to class today: ¡Está lloviendo! (it's raining).
Of course there is the distinct possibility that I suck as a teacher. After all, it's a prime-time slot. You'd think people would come even if a trained monkey were teaching.
The two students who did come received Dharma calendars, which mysteriously arrived in the mail this week.
Afterwords, the lower mind couldn't help but do the math:
Two students minus $3 parking equals $7 for teaching a 90-minute class.
The lower mind couldn't help but recall CK earning more per hour as a hung-over teenage busgirl at Raymond's back in 1978 - even after paying cabfare.
And the higher mind couldn't help but think, "Thank God it's not about the money!"
Yet rent is still due March 1.....
rain or shine.