It has been challenging for me to comprehend or even contemplate the fact that we now live in Sevilla. This is not a vacation. I do not need to “take in the sights” every day. I can appreciate the sights, I can be surprised by new things, but I do not need to — nor should I — go on a sight-seeing tour every day of the week. It’s OK to run errands, do laundry, read a book, and just hang around the house every so often. This may be the toughest thing for me to learn to do.
|THE MOON OVER THE CATHEDRAL LAST NIGHT. SIMPLY LIVING.|
TALKING THE TALK
This morning, I met Lola for breakfast and we spoke Spanish. That is the new Thursday morning ritual. We have English Conversation Tuesday and Spanish Conversation Thursday. We are having a ball learning about each other, our cultures, our families, and our languages. Albert was there today as well and, as always, he adds wonderful energy, insights, and humor. He was there for his morning coffee when I arrived Tuesday, but quickly departed so Lola would not feel uncomfortable about using English.
But it’s different on Thursday. Everyone is welcome as long as they stick to Spanish. Margarita happened by and joined us for a cup of coffee. She began to speak English with me, but was quickly informed of the rules. No English on Thursday (well, we cheat here and there). Our plan (mine and Lola’s) is to spend an hour together, but we have had such a good time this week that the hour stretches into more. Tuesday, we spent two hours. Today, three.
We have already begun to teach each other common idioms as well as silly
and inappropriate expressions in our native languages. These are, of
course, very important.
We (Jerry) couldn’t get our oven to work (Jerry has been cooking on the range top only). We both scanned the instruction manual, which is in Spanish, and were convinced the oven needed repair. However, today while I was off enjoying Spanish Conversation Thursday, Jerry read and translated the entire instruction manual. On page 62, he discovered that the timer needs to be set for the heat to go on. Now, how does even someone who reads and understands Spanish know that tidbit without getting to page 62 of the instruction manual? And how many people read entire instruction manuals?
Anyway, we (Jerry) now know how to turn on the oven. That knowledge really wouldn’t serve much purpose in my cooking-incompetent hands. But I can’t wait to taste what Jerry produces.