Amy Cordova

After living and creating art, teaching, illustrating and writing children's books for more than 25 years in New Mexico, my husband and I have relocated to a rural village outside of Oaxaca, Mexico called San Pedro Ixtlahuaca. Oaxaca city is a magnificent example of colonial architecture , a World Heritage UNESCO site, brimming with music, food of the gods, astounding arts, crafts and ancient ruins of the Zapotecs. We live a few miles away from Monte Alban, a world renowned archaeological site.
Mrs. Spence, where ARE you when I need you most? Bet she's dive bombing the Pearly Gates in her prop plane.

Senior year, our Spanish club hosted a special performance in Spanish, the play, Dulcinea, (if I recall correctly, if not, Tim Noe...help me out here!) and an end of the year formal dinner for students and some parents.
As Club secretary, it was my job to type out the dinner menu for the event. I was given the menu by Mrs. Spence , typed it out, and took it to the office to be printed. The night of the gala, as we prepared for the feast and show, Mrs. Spence opened the box of lovely menus and with a look of abject horror, called out my name in more than a stern tone. On the menu, our main course was chicken with rice. I accidently had typed in Spanish,"Polvo (DUST) con Arroz(Rice) instead of Pollo(Chicken) con Arroz. I have a good laugh now, but, at the time... was mortified.