Davidson and I have been doing a lot of Spanish homework this week. We’re working hard on getting our Spanish to a more acceptable level, and we’ve seen tiny improvements. For example, I’ve stopped asking women if I can touch their pictures while shooting for the Frisky. I thought tocar meant take. It means touch. Sacar is the right word. Well, thanks to these kind ladies for agreeing to let me touch their pictures.
Another funny one: I wanted to tell Davidson that I felt fear regarding speaking Spanish. The word for fear is miedo.
I said “Tengo mierda.”
He promptly pointed me in the direction of the nearest bathroom. Mierda means doody. I didn’t even mean to be fecal this time, but I guess it is in keeping with my favourite subject.