Seven weeks in to an 8-week Spanish class and this is what I have accomplished:
I can read the inner thoughts of Manchitas the cat.
Manchitas, she does not understand her owners. She finds them tiresome. This, I believe, is the cross-cultural world view of cats. Cats in California, cats in Canada, cats in Colombia… they would hold paws and sing Kumbayah about their shared superiority. However, they are too sophisticated for something so pedestrian. So they just glance knowingly at each other.
“Los humanos son muy estupidos,” dice Manchitas.
That is why I have dogs. We had cats for 18 years. They got on my nerves.
If my Spanish was good enough, I would explain this to Manchitas the cat. Alas, I fear my mangled Spanish would only fuel her documented belief that humans are inferior. So I will settle for reading her thoughts in Dos Mundos.
Manchitas, by the way, no le gustan las pulgas.
On this, Manchitas and I agree.
And that is about what I can understand after 7 weeks of Spanish.
Also, I know how to tell people I really like chocolate.
Totally worth my tuition right there.
My class ends in a week and then perhaps, I will begin blogging with more regularity. I know, you were wondering what happened and were just too polite to say so, all three of you still reading.