I speak spanish pretty well. I took a few classes in high school and college, but most of what I learned was from the kitchen staff at this small breakfast restaurant where I was a server. The dishwasher was this old man who didn't speak a lick of English, and all the cooks were his sons. Right away when I started working there, I told the boys how much I wanted to learn spanish, and while they didn't take me seriously at first (curse words and insults were all that I learned for a while), eventually they were ONLY speaking spanish to me...and I was encouraged to always try to say whatever I had to say to them in spanish as well. They were always offering up new vocabulary for me, and would correct me when I got things wrong, and after four and a half years of this, one day I realized I was pretty goddamn fluent in spanish! The best thing about learning from the boys is that I actually spoke like normal people, not just text book gringo style. Whenever I served families who spoke spanish, I was encouraged to do the same, and once I actually had a family ask me if I grew up in Mexico, my pronunciation was so right on.... :-D The boys were so proud of me! Unfortunately, I haven't been using my spanish for quite some time, and my skills may have diminished somewhat...
(I do however curse in spanish all the time, and rather eloquently I'm proud to say!)
I miss those boys, I saw a few of them get married and was always invited to their big family fun functions with tons of incredible food where I would be encouraged to eat and eat and eat some more...
(They always called me 'flacita'--even the gringo server girls were calling me flaca after a while!) :mrgreen:
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