His name is Christian, that is. He's Argentinean, and his father has a coffee machine company which brings the family to Morocco.
Between Galapagos and here, my classes have been painfully mono-cultural. I miss teaching in Vancouver, with students from Mexico, Turkey, France, and Poland. Even in Saudi, I had students from Colombia and Peru. The conversations that stemmed from, "Well, in my country..." were countless and wonderful.
At last, diversity!