I'm home for lunch today. Here in my study the window is open and faces onto the street. Neighbors across the street must be having some work done - there is mariachi music blaring out of a boom-box somewhere out there. Then, periodically I hear a long-beep that preceeds one of the workers talking on Nextel telephone - in Español - to someone.
Oh, and I just finished eating a taco for lunch. Ah, California, I love it here.
A while back I bought one of those yellow and black paperbacks called, "Spanish for Dummies." I thought it might be a good idea to learn more than the Spanish I learned in grade school in the olden days (as my daughters would say). And by the time I was to pick an elective language in High School, I was much more interested in traveling through Europe - so I picked German. That actually turned out to be a good choice, as I found out when I was in Aalborg, Denmark.
But now, living in California, I'm sure you'd be shocked to learn that there's not much call for German.
And besides, I really hate not being able to eves-drop on conversations in my presence, just because they're in Spanish. No fun in that, now is there? Besides, native speakers of Español would never suspect a gringo, middle-aged (but, a-hem, beautiful) woman to understand them. I'd love to be able to say something snarky, given a reason and a chance...
Wouldn't you?
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Mexican Radio Stations
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