I’ve been thinking about my college spanish professor a lot, and how much she might enjoy this story.
There are a lot of people I come into contact with who speak little to no English. I think it’s awesome, ’cause it gives me a chance to butcher Spanish, and try to communicate with them. We also have a ton of little kids come into our store, and that always brightens my day.
The perfect mix of course, is a spanish speaking 4 year old.
She walked right up to me and smiled so big, with her big brown eyes, and I smiled and said, “Hi! Se habla espanol?” Which, I don’t even know if that’s right.(@fezriel, is that right? Can I do twitters in a blog post? Did I just cause a hole in the space time continuum?)
Anyway, I said se habla espanol.
And she looked right up at me and grinned and said, “Yeah.”
Me gusta.
Reminds me of when I was in Honduras. I asked our interpreter how to say “cheeseburger plain” in Spanish. She told me, I practiced a minute or two, walked up to the cashier and horribly said it in Spanish. She looked right at me and said, “so you want a cheeseburger plain” in perfect English. I stood there shocked and said yes. Humiliation number 312 on that trip!