
Last May my lessons came to a screeching halt. I tend to get offended during PMS times. Well, I was in San Diego, actually Imperial Beach. We were eating at El Pollo Loco....mmmmmmmmmmmm. They gave me the wrong tortillas. No problem; I'll just go up and exchange them. A 60ish Mexican cowboy was at the counter, too. He talked and talked. Then he proceeded to block me. No kidding. If I stepped out of the way to the left, he took several steps backward and attempted to step on me with his cowboy boots. This repeated several times until I walked around the salsa bar and stood at the opposite end of the counter 15 feet away.
Indignant I told Joseph the whole story. "Why would I want to learn Spanish to talk to jerks like that?" So I quit studying. Now I realize how stupid that was. Sure the guy was really creepy and mean--a true jerk, but that doesn't mean that all Spanish speaking people are creepy, jerky, and mean.
All my Spanish books are at home. Polyglot doesn't work anymore. I can't get Spanish scriptures on line. I won't be home for many more weeks. Sigh.....I'm pretty silly some times. Anyway yesterday I was reading an online Spanish schoolbook and understood it perfectly. I guess I'll do alright.
I have a Spanish friend that just told me she is pregnant. I'm the first one she's told. I really feel the need to be able to talk her through her options, because we both know she won't really get options at a clinic. And, this is a little too personal to use my husband as a go between. Time to brush up and actually be able to communicate with her... her English is a lot better than my Spanish, oh my... I better get to work.
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