Now that I live in the burbs of a large city and I'm traveling regularly up and down the east coast, I'm beginning to believe I'm the only person who doesn't speak Spanish. Kind of makes me wish I hadn't cheated in Spanish in school. Maybe I'll try to learn it again. I keep seeing these Rosetta Stone adds on TV. Maybe I'll order it.
So I'm sitting in an Italian restaurant in Miami and the bartender and two other people are rambling on in Spanish. I think it's against state law to speak Spanish in an Italian restaurant. I won't tell. The bartender is pretty cute and I'm sure she's telling these other two people how much she'd like me to give her my room key.
Maybe I won't learn Spanish now that I think about it. I'm sure the conversation the bartender is having is much better in my imagination than in real life.
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Maybe you can contact Mrs. Hartsog to help you out! Have a great trip and thanks for FINALLY including me on your blog. It looks really nice in Herndon.
Rach
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