There came a moment during my stay in Spain, probably around January or so, when I realized I knew 20 different ways to cuss somebody out but was still gesturing to mops and frying pans with a meager “esto” (‘this’). At times it would be wise to consider a home-stay with a kosher working mother rather than learning Spanish from your college-age roommates, who seem to think that coño is an acceptable replacement for any sort of personal pronoun.
A Thing For Wor(l)ds
Life translated by travel