San Geraldo shared with me a conversation he had the other day. He had been explaining why he was having such a hard time committing to his Spanish language studies. As he told it, he loves to talk. He enjoys in-depth, substantive conversation. Since his Spanish skills are so limited, he continued, he can’t possibly carry on an intelligent conversation filled with the grammar and nuance he’s so used to. I understood but didn’t tell him I thought it was all a bunch of hooey.
Then, on another subject, San Geraldo said he thought the mother of a friend of ours was a complete narcist.
“A what?” I asked (imagine my grin).
|ROUGHING IT WHILE WE ESCAPE THE HOME RENOVATIONS.
SPANISH COFFEE AND HIGH-BROW CONVERSATION.
“A narcist… narcist… narcisisi….” San Geraldo tried again.
“Narcisist,” I said. “And you don’t think your Spanish will ever be as good?”
“That’s it!” he exclaimed. “I can’t study Spanish because I still haven’t perfected English!”
|HEADING HOME FOR SOME MORE DEEPLY SATISFYING CONVERSATION.|