On the last Saturday of September, Shayne, Trish, Lyndell, Heather and I met at the State Library’s Cafe for an hour of coffee-drinking and Esperanto-only conversation.
Well, to tell the truth; two people chatted and three mostly listened. Watching us severely was a one metre long green guard: Kroko.
Especially pleasing was that Shayne didn’t permit even a whisper of clarification in English. We needed to strive to make our words or expression understandable only in Esperanto.
Kroko approved.