La lluvia

Well, so much for our hot spell here. Back to the rain.

Yesterday evening I went to an English-taught yoga class nearby to where I´m staying. The teacher was a young woman who used to live in Palo Alto! Afterwards, I made some dinner for myself and hung out with Manuel (brother of my hostel owner) and his American girlfriend, Jeannette. This made for an entire evening of English. I almost forgot where I was for a minute.

Then this morning, I tried to push my babyish Spanish skills to communicate with Yolanda, the house-keeper. She is very sweet, and sometimes her daughter, Natalia who is 21, comes to hang out with her while she cleans. I dragged out my phrase book for the both of us to thumb through our halting conversation. It was pretty fun actually, especially when we discovered that she knew a few French words because her father was French. By the end of our ¨chat¨we had pointed out most things in the kitchen (Sesame Street-style) and pronounced their French name. When she left she asked how to say hasta luego in French. A tout a l´heure, I told her and smiled.