More water Por Favor!!!

I lived in Houston for 18 years. In 7th grade I took French class and then only thing I remember is how to count to 10. But amazingly once I arrive here it is though I have mastered the art of Spanish (which is crazy considering I never took a Spanish class). Now wherever I go here in Paris, I seem to only be able to speak spanish.

We found a mexican restaurant here in Paris (good if you are desperate for mexican) and the waiter asked what I wanted to drink. Now my mind knew I had to answer in a language other than english, so I answered, "una cerveza por favor!" The waiter just looked at me, my wife starred with this, "did you really just say that?" look on her face, but I didn't realize what I had said until he said, "Pardon?" At that time, I realized that living in Houston for 18 years, I picked up way more Spanish than I had intended purposely.

Now, you would think that this would have been a 1 time incident, but NOOOOO!!! I do that everywhere. I flip on the Spanish like I am Ricky Ricardo (babaloo). Frequently when asked if I would like anything else, I respond, "Si!" If I didn't already get strange looks for speaking english, I up the ante by responding to people in Spanish which would be okay if we weren't in a country that spoke French.

Con el fin de que termine este blog, es lógico que terminan en un idioma que yo no sabía que yo sabía realmente. Mais aussi je pouvais y mettre un terme à une fin surprenante de dire au revoir et bonne nuit en français

bonne journee