Its funny how we forget so many of the things we learned in school, yet some memories always remain. I can't remember exactly what I learned in first, second or third grade but I can remember my friends, my teachers, my classmates, the classrooms, the courtyard and even the hallways. This was my school in Quisqueya and I feel so blessed that my friend found this picture in its basement and scanned it. The nostalgia I experienced going through her album in Facebook was indescribable. And even though I attended this school only for three years of my life it will always remain the most beautiful school I have ever laid eyes on. I guess it wasn't just in my memories that it was beautiful- these pictures have proved me right. And even though this little or rather I say large school has been painted in every pastel color you can imagine, it is always the same color in my heart.