¡Sálvame, Diós!

When, when, WHEN did they go changing the entire Spanish language on me? And when did every single games vendor in Puerto Rico grow a thick moustache through which I am unable to understand basic speech? And when and more importantly WHY did I think I was fluent in Spanish?

Madre mía, I know this’ll get better but until it does, I feel like an ass.*

*Half an hourish later:  My boss tells me my Spanish is great, I begin to understand the Puerto Rican moustache guy and it turns out I only made one fairly non-linguistically-related error on his order.  Also, I learn through sheer happenstance that I seem to recall more Italian than I had remembered.  Also, I got to drive a forklift.

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