It’s Not a Ghost Town After All July 28
Members of 4 generations of my family took a walk yesterday and we saw others out and about our neighborhood. We all said “hi.” Now I know that it’s not a ghost town after all.
I shocked the staff at the local Mexican restaurant today by speaking to them in Spanish. They seemed to like it, but couldn’t quite get the surprised looks off of their faces. I think they were waiting for me to get to the end of my reperotoir in Spanish and have to switch to English. Surprise, surprise I can go from ordering to requesting forks to appologizing for the mess my son has made–all in Spanish.
One person knew my family because they are regular customers at the restaurant and she asked where I lived in Mexico. It was good to get that cleared up.