Sigh... Considering we've been here a week, it's about time I start feeling a little freaked out. I had a guy tell me today, "Look, just talk to me in English because I can't understand your Spanish." I told him it was important for me to speak Spanish whenever possible, but he was some young guy who didn't seem to care. I got teary-eyed the entire way back home on the Metro. So much for feeling masterful today.
Now when learning Spanish, I screw up on a daily basis, get very embarrassed and turn bright red, but I plow through a conversation and try my best. Still, I've got to try and speak as much as possible and mostly people are very, very helpful. The kids are making fun of me because I'm trying so hard, but I'm determined to become fluent as soon as I can. Dave and I talk nearly 75% in Spanish at dinner and I insist on speaking mostly Spanish with him on the telephone. The google.cl translation website is a permanent fixture on my computer.
Details... Santiago boasts the tallest building in South America - the Titanium. It's only about 72 stories high, and there's another skyscraper being built a few blocks away. We can see both of them from our (temporary) apartment. Since the earthquake in February, no one wants to live on a very high floor in an apartment; sounds like we might be able to get a penthouse pretty cheap.
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