Friday, January 1, 2010

Como se dice...?

My grandmother would be ashamed.

When I was in Spain at the tender age of 20, either my Spanish was much better or I was cute enough that nobody cared. Apparently, neither of those things are the case now.

Even in Thailand, people spoke enough English that we could get by in blissful ignorance of the local language. Here, you better damn know some Spanish. And I can't believe how little I remember! Reece and I have decided to devote ourselves to quizzing one another from Lonely Planet's phrasebook over daily afternoon cervesas.

1 comment:

  1. You're still that cute, but now you have a boy with you. And reece is *not* that cute!

    The best part is... just when you think you have got it down you hop to a new country where the accent is a little different and you get to learn all over again! ( Or maybe that was just me.)