Spanglish

My brain is on overdrive at the moment...I am thinking half in Spanish and half in English which is affecting my ability to put together full sentences in either language. But I am happy to report that Spanish immersion was pretty good and finally somethings are starting to click. We still need to (and plan to) study more but it was a great introduction. At the moment we are in Mexico City and I am enjoying being back in a big city...in fact we have only been here 6 hours and I am already thinking we should stay here longer.....

outside comfort zone

I have just registered us in a two week Spanish immersion course. This entails 5 hours a days of full-on Spanish, optional afternoon activities (in Spanish of course) and staying with a host family which is..yup...only in Spanish.

Are we terrified? Absolutely but in a very good way.

Paco and Francois

I am stealing internet from a cafe below our little room. Who knew that travelling 4 years later would involve all this tech gear and the option of stealing wireless?

I am attempting to speak Spanish when I can here but I end up butchering it and then about 10 minutes later I think of the right way or a better way to say something. Luckily most of the people are receptive to us trying but there are a few who respond in English or say rude things in Spanish. But for the most part people let us try and that is all we can expect. I am worried that I won't pick it up quickly or at all, as it seems that all that learning has disappeared inside my brain to some dark corner where it is resting on an old couch, eating nachos and talking with the French lessons I took years ago.

dinner, deafness and crest strips

Last night was a bit nutty. I had spanish which was ok except that I had not done any homework (bad I know) and I was a bit tired after staring at a computer screen all day. Then I made friends with the rescued cat my neighbours have (he has been living in their closet for about 4 months so the fact that he let me pet him is a good thing). Later on t took me for dinner at cilantro, one of my favourite restaurants, where we ate and drank in celebration of our 2nd anniversary. Let me tell you about my most favourite appetizer in the world. It is a portabello mushroom stuffed (and maybe baked?) with goat cheese. Honestly it makes me giddy. I always want to just order 2 for dinner but I suspect that may be viewed as little bit odd and perhaps over indulgent. We had the same waiter that we had the last time we were there and he speaks in tone that I swear is unrecognizable to my ears. him: “would you like something to hgsmnbakf this evening” me (looking at t anxiously hoping that he can understand what the guy is saying): “ummmm (think think think) yes I would like a white wine (YES!)” every time he came over I got nervous about having to ask him to repeat himself and t thought I was nuts at first and then after listening to the waiter for awhile agreed that he had one weird tone to his voice. The evening ended with us saying hi to our downstairs neighbours when we got home and laughing our heads off as ed proceeded to swear in turkish to our amusement while wearing crest strips.
I love those guys.