Hi Sarah,
Simple memories.  And they come often as you lived with me for 8 months with 2 of your best friends/family.  So simple, I embarrassed, but every time I clean the stove I think of you as you were helping in the kitchen and you were surprised I vacuumed the stove by taking the grill off.  And you said in your normal positive way, "Wow, what a great way of doing that.  You were always so encouraging in even the simplest things.
When I wash my dishes at the window, I still have the red Buddha planter that held the bamboo plant you gave me as a going away present.  The bamboo plant is now gone, but Martin was kind enough to return the mask I gave you which spells Be Kind in sign language with multi-racial hands.  So appropriate as you are one of the kindest people I know.
You will always be with me.
Love,
Anthony

Recordando a Sarah.
  Te estuve buscando y no te encontraba, y ahora que te encuentro ya no estás aquí, soy Tomàs, aquel estudiante de la UAM en Madrid España, compañero de Gustavo y de Luis allá por 1986, quizás tus compañeros recuerden aquel sitio de encuentro de estudiantes americanos y españoles en la calle Recoletos ; que jóvenes éramos, decías de ti que eras una Americana Grande y Fea, perdona que te corrija, eras de enorme Corazón y muy Bella.

Lamento no poder volverte a ver en esta Tierra. Pero seguro que habrá más oportunidades.
Por cierto, yo fui el culpable de que fumases Ducados.
Un beso a mi Bella Americana .

Tomas Nuen

         I'll share a little bit about our time in Spain.  Sarah and I were both students at Tufts, but we never knew each other while we were both students there-- at least not on the Sommerville campus.  We met in Spain.  I knew I needed to get to know Sarah, because she was spending her last semester senior year in Madrid, returning after having spent her whole junior year in Madrid, and I was a homesick girl trying to figure out why I was doing this.  I figured she must know something.  
         She was the Sarah you all know: calm, curious, watching, smiling.  Maybe more besitos then than hugs.  She loved to travel, but she hated to travel in plan-turistico.  She sought to be part of the place, take it in.  She is an explorer and she finds things and takes them in and enjoys.  (My description seeps past our time in Spain, but that is where I first discovered this about her.)  When I went to look back, I found I actually have only a handful of photos of her in Spain.  Then I realized that this shouldn't surprise me; she was not there as a tourist.  She was there to enjoy people and explore the place.  (But I will share a few photos.)
       Important things she taught me about Spain:  alcachofas, tortillas, chocolate con churros, and those ice filled fruits.  She also drank cidra regularly, though I preferred beer.  And she smoked Ducados, because that was the Spanish thing to do.  She taught me how to find shoes that fit, in that tiny-footed country of beautiful leather.  And we'd go out dancing after midnight until the sun was rising.  
     Sarah decided I was okay after I dumped a pitcher of water over a friend Gustavo's head in the university cafeteria.  A photo many of you may have seen is of me, Alysia, and Sarah, and maybe Alysia's tia Puri, in Benedorm, a beach town on the Mediterranean Sea.  Sarah, myself, Gustavo, and Luis shared a place there for the weekend.  Those two spoiled boys could be a pain, so we wandered off to meet up with Alysia and explore.  She also showed appreciation for the meal I prepared (eggs florentine), despite critiques from the guys, and made me laugh at their silliness.  And she had great fun by playing dumb about the function of the bidet.  Maybe Luis still thinks its just for feet washing (and we were the Americans!).  
     Te quiero mucho, guapa!