Calpe rock~Calpe, Spain

I haven’t been blogging lately as Spanish is taking up all my time.  Ifeel like I’m living under a rock!  Two hours in class from Mon-Thurs and Spanish tutoring two hours in the afternoon or evening depending on schedules.  Also consuming my time is my visits to my darling friend Kristin.  She started learning Spanish in 7th grade through college.  God Blessed this woman with patience, as I torture her in my ignorance.

There has been several break throughs since I began taking Summer Spanish.  I was tempted to drop it, but I’ve decided to stick it out and throw my heart into it.  I’ve even started talking to Tesla in Spanish because talking to a 5 year old is so much easier!  My ego was a bit crushed when I was counting cookies on the kid’s napkins at Tesla’s daycare.  A little boy named Sherrod heard me miss a number and was quick to correct me.  I started to giggle, then all the kids began giggling and next thing I know the little girl to Tesla’s right announced she was made of trees.  Sherrod chimed in next being made of cheeseburgers followed by a little boy who was made of dinosaurs.  Tesla giggled along but didn’t announce what she was made of.  I was tempted to announce I was made of macaroni and cheese, but snack time was winding down and Tesla and I were ready to leave the tiny table with tiny chairs.

Back to Spanish, we had an oral exam on Tuesday.  I was nervous but decided if I screwed up, how bad could it be?  I spoke with a partner asking him where he was from, how old his father was, where he works, if he had a girlfriend and what was his favorite beer.  The prof. and classmates found that amusing.  Even more amusing was the professor telling us when everyone was done that 4 people mispronounce anos and gave their ages in anus.  Easy, but embarrassing one to screw up.  I, Thank God, did not announce I have 40 anuses.

We received our grades today for the oral exam in class.  I received a 36/40.  Considering my test scores have been in the 60’s I was happy.  Tonight I had a break-through in ar and ir verbs congigating.  Felt so good that I called it a night, took a shower and decided to blog because I was seriously tempted to pick up my Spanish book and see what else I can teach an old dog.  Speaking of dogs…my room mate John has an eleven year old son.  Their dog ran off and never came back.  She was old and I’m guessing was ready to call it a good life.  To replace Lola, Mattchew (my nickname for him) picked out a kitten through a friend of a friend of mine…The kitten is cute and very friendly.  We were throwing out names ideas and two of mine became top choices (after John and I convinced Mattchew that Bob wasn’t a cool name for a kitten.  My suggestion that stuck was Nytro….the one that almost made first choice….Taco.

~P.

PS-John told me in Hawaii, taco means octopus.  Now that’s weird!