We are home.
That would be the easiest bloggh post this month, but I won’t stop there.
(If you haven’t read about the build, make sure you click here first.)
Thank you, Dogwhisperer G, for watching Indiana. You’re a mercenary to the last, you old scoundrel. You’ll be paid in due time.
We just got word from the other build team that went down with us. The INS made one of the vans get out of the rental van and walk across the border as pedestrians.
What, to prove that Americans can be physically fit?
This was on Sunday, the final day of the build, when your arms are tired from slinging stucco and/or drywall. I’d be annoyed. Keep in mind that this happened at the U.S. side of the Giant Fence (where we are citizens).
While down in Juarez my mind slipped back into my college minor. I used to (I guess I still am) be trained to also be a Spanish teacher. I keep that pretty secret (good thing I didn’t post that fact on the Interwebs for all to see).
My wife and I feel like we need to practice our Spanish more. But we’re not going to re-visit my college textbooks for Spanish acquisition.
We could care less where the nearest ferrocarril tracks are or how to get the camarero’s attention for more gazpacho. I’m also pretty sure we won’t be visiting any discotecas in Juarez anytime soon, so we can skip that chapter.
Each week, though, I’m going to put up some sentences under the Casas category. I promise that the bloggh won’t be overrun by the subjunctive (no more than usual, I hope (that was a grammar joke, by the way)) but I post it for my own benefit; feel free to join in the fun.
This week’s phrases (with rough equivalent translations):
Me llamo _____.
My name is _____ .
Tengo un martillo y clavos.
I have a hammer and nails.
¿Mi barba es muy buena, sí?
My beard rocks.
(More or less the translation)
My goal is to use these sentences this week.
Semi-related posts:
Don’t forget the all important ¿Dónde está el baño?/where’s the bathroom or, in case of emergency, ¿El X-wing rota puede consigo un paseo? “My X-wing broke down could I get a ride?
Well, the bathroom issue did come up. One was the outhouse, one was the playhouse. Let’s just say I’m glad the kids helped me find the right one.
With the X-Wing – I can’t even levitate rocks, let alone out of an enchanted swamp. I’m glad you’ve got my back.