Not pictured: a family picnicing and playing soccer in the field between me and the tree. I belong to a soccer family, and a picnic family – their family made me so happy. While I don’t really look like I might understand much spanish, I understand more than you might guess, and food and soccer are probably my spanish language strong points. I listened, and they talked about me and my painting! The family loved it, and discussed how much it looked like what I was painting. They talked about artists they knew, and wondered if those people ever painted from life. Then they sent a son to talk to me, and I did not confess I had been listening to them the whole time (perhaps they could tell by my head swollen from their kind words). The same way the boys kicking a soccer ball and family picnicing had delighted me, my painting Plein Air had returned the favor.
It was a good day.