When it came to learning Spanish, we didn't seem to have any choice in the matter and from that day to this I have absolutely no idea why our middle level class was singled out above all others in Scotland to be the first one, as far as I know, to learn Spanish. It did create a bit of a stooshie as some parents didn't want their children learning any new fangled funny foreign languages. They wanted them to learn Latin get to university to study medicine or law.
I can tell you that McBeth's face fair lit up and the rest of us wept with joy. Frankly, at that stage, if we had been getting introduced to Serbo-Croat it would have been a blessing. There is a saying that we are only limited by our teachers and I can fairly say that in a short five minutes Brother Romano showed us the purpose of education. None of us had been to Spain and had little knowledge of it beyond what the many football supporters among us knew about Real Madrid and FC Barcelona. He was to instil in us an appreciation of other countries, languages and ways of life to the extent that I was to visit often and grow to love the country.