Whoops-a-daisy, it has been some time. It seems I have been indulging in photographs instead and learning Spanish. A conscientious student, como siempre!
Yesterday I started level four of the nine that I will take here. Four, phew, that happened quickly! I have clocked up 122 hours of Spanish classes and I finally feel semi-literate. Graduation from a shaming ignorance happened when I could, at long last, understand my mobile’s omnipotent voicemail queen. (Alas, she was neither as intriguing nor as fearsome as I had first anticipated.)
What is more, it seems that I am not only thinking in Spanish, but dreaming in it, too. Yes, that is correct! Last night it was most bizarre: I was on a bus, aside a woman with three dogs. They were muddy little pups, and I had taken it upon myself to clean them. Además, my English reservations were satisfied because the woman was blind; she could not be offended by an act that she could not see!
But oh no! She began to pet the dogs and I froze as she felt my hand. Here is the punch line, and I distinctly remember it: “por favor, señora, ¿puedo limpiar sus perros?” [Lady, may I please clean your dogs?]
Goodness me, I must be going mad.
That, or the deep tipsy-drunken slumber might have played a hand …
