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I have far worse problems with Spanish. I'm not anywhere close to fluent, but most of my Mexican friends in KY can understand me. In Guatemala, It's another story. Sometimes they give me strange looks. Apparently, I'm using slang from the area of Mexico that most of my friends are from, and I've picked up a little accent. I don't know Spanish well enough to be able to tell the difference. They also like to teach me words that shouldn't be used in polite company without telling me, because they think that it's hysterical to hear the preacher burn people's ears. (I always check Google translate now when they teach me something new.)
The worst error ever:
I'm very fond of a certain Salvadorian dish, but the name is slang for a female body part in Guatemala. No one told me this.
After church one day in Guatemala, I was talking about how much I like pupusas, and how much I wanted to go get some. Everyone was looking at me funny, except the pastor, who was laughing his arse off. He pulled me aside later and informed me of what I was saying.
DOH!
Hahaha, that is a good story!
My daughter's former horseback riding instructor told us a similar story. She spent much of her life in Chile because her parents were diplomats, and then she lived for a while in Argentina, where she gave riding lessons.
She had a bunch of 13-year-old girls she was giving lessons to, and one day after explaining something to them, she said (she thought) "do you understand?"
The girls all just giggled, and so she repeated herself and they continued to giggle. Finally another woman working there pulled her aside and informed her that in that Argentinian region's dialect, she was not asking if they understood. She was asking if they have sex.
I wish I knew Spanish. I can read more of it than I can speak, mostly from years of reading Spanish-language ads while riding on the NYC subway and figuring out what the words mean. I wouldn't be sure how to pronounce them all, though.
My daughter's former horseback riding instructor told us a similar story. She spent much of her life in Chile because her parents were diplomats, and then she lived for a while in Argentina, where she gave riding lessons.
She had a bunch of 13-year-old girls she was giving lessons to, and one day after explaining something to them, she said (she thought) "do you understand?"
The girls all just giggled, and so she repeated herself and they continued to giggle. Finally another woman working there pulled her aside and informed her that in that Argentinian region's dialect, she was not asking if they understood. She was asking if they have sex.
I wish I knew Spanish. I can read more of it than I can speak, mostly from years of reading Spanish-language ads while riding on the NYC subway and figuring out what the words mean. I wouldn't be sure how to pronounce them all, though.
Two essential Spanish sentences: un cervesa por favor and donde esta el banno
Sadly, we don't get much beer consumed on our mission trips. My church people aren't tea totalers, but we take a lot of other people with us, and we don't want to get anyone worked up.
I managed to sneak one in with the senior pastor on the beach in Mexico once, but that's about it.
We do, on occasion, manage to bring back some Zacapa Rum when we go to Zacapa. It's good stuff.
Mensaguy, i agree, there is so many great beers here now, but English Cask Ales can't be matched. You chill English Ales and you ruin them . Other than family that English ale is what i miss. Heading there this weekend for a wedding, so i will have my fair share
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Manchester is 1 hour north of my home town. Staying there for a day on our way back.
Three and a half hours from there right now, blowing the frost off another mug.
I will be in England through the end of the month, heading back on July 31st.
But will be back in England at the end of August, then headed to Germany, again.
Newsflash: the Anti-Christ might be on the very train on which I am riding. There's a guy in the car ranting and saying so. Interspersed with Bible quotes, of course.
Newsflash: the Anti-Christ might be on the very train on which I am riding. There's a guy in the car ranting and saying so. Interspersed with Bible quotes, of course.
Yet another reason I love the country. The only loons here have feathers.
Three and a half hours from there right now, blowing the frost off another mug.
I will be in England through the end of the month, heading back on July 31st.
But will be back in England at the end of August, then headed to Germany, again.
Nice Jer! . Had my fair share too. Tried to take it easy so i can still fit in my suit Saturday. It's touch and go though . We are back over again Mid August for a surprise 80th Birthday party for my parents. Going to make it 1 of these days to Germany for a beer festival.
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DOH! 
