Tomorrow I leave, illogically early, for England and Spain -- mostly Spain. Having never been there or immersed myself in Spanish culture, what this trip will entail is a mystery. I have my guidebook, I have my phrase book, I have my tourguide(s). And I have some tiny bottles of Tabasco sauce that Neil's friend asked me to bring to him.
Hablo solemente un pequito de espanol pero a cause de mon francais, je ne parle pas de tout couramment. But I can kind of read it.
May the travel gods smile upon this trip.
Until the 17th, my dears.
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All you need to know: ¿Dónde puedo encontrar el cuerpo de su dictador muerto?
UM... WHAT UP YO?
ahemmm...
El cuerpo de mi dictador esta en mis pantalones, y no es muerto.
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