'Cause she's a really good teacher

For Céline, our lovely and loved teacher. 

It was not clear where that place was. The Taj-Majal, an Indian restaurant with an inconvenient name: how the hell comes that somebody decides to name a restaurant after a funerary monument? There was a supermarket with the same name close to it, but we finally found the exact place when we saw a couple of great wooden elephants at the door and dismissed them as a tribute to our beloved king. I really enjoyed the dinner. Most of my English classmates were there and I was happy to see them all again. I was in the middle of the table and I had very interesting conversations. Adri told me about her problems with the food (hers was the only non entirely Indian dinner on the table) and about how she has sacrificed some pleasures such as chocolate or beer in exchange for health and welfare. Lourdes was talking about her recent lindy hop lessons, Laura about homeopathy and traditional Chinese medicine and Juanjo about hiking and how a place can change depending on the time and on the age of the visitor. We also gave Céline a pair of presents: a hippy bracelet and a stylish patterned (...) cotton scarf. We sang a song for her, she smiled, and the DO NOT DISTURB T-shirt she was wearing finally lost all its raison d'etre. It's true that we were speaking in Spanish (to the displeasure of Jose, who was invited by me with a promise of an English dinner)... But I'm sure he equally enjoyed the dinner and all the people around it. That was my first time in an Indian restaurant and I liked the food, I really liked it... At least since 5 in the morning, when the inspiring memories of its pleasing exotic flavors started being excessive for my body and my mind. Anyway, the night was beautiful with or without slow digestions and Céline, Lourdes, Jose and me decided to go on with it at a not-too-near bar, where we sang without voice and danced without rhythm. But it's the thought that counts, guys. It's the thought that really counts.