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I’ve just spent the last half hour butchering the spanish language. I need to apologize to the people of guatemala to whom I’ve spoken with on the phone. You have been very nice to this loco norteamericano. If only I had spent more time eschuche en la clase instead of dormÈ en la clase, I would be doing much better. Or maybe if I had just focused on one language instead of taking french, then spanish, then swedish, and then back to spanish.

If lady luck is smiling upon me, at approximately sieto y media I will be able to speak with my lovely wife. If not I will be forced to babble incomprehensibly at the gentleman on the other end of the phone while the only spanish phrases that will come to mind are: mis pantalones esta en fuego, donde esta el baÒo? and Hace mucho frio en minnesota.