February 25
Here’s my Spanish teacher, Rafael. First we went through all the lyrics to Linda Ronstadt’s Canciones de Mi Padre and it took a day and a half. I still can’t follow it when I listen, but more than before.
Here is a conversation between me and Rafael R: you speak Spanish like a Mexicana. M: not like a Gringa? R: no, like a Mexicana. He said this with a half-smile and not entirely as a compliment. I replied eagerly, Muchas Grácias!