Little victories
I’ve been trying to learn Spanish, picking up what I can from listening to conversations, reading signs, learning with CD lessons. A few days ago, I listened to a conversation between three Latinos and was able, for the first time ever, to understand enough that I joined in.
This was made easier because they were speaking Spanglish, that Southwestern US hybrid of English and Spanish which horrifies language purists while happily being spoken by millions.
As Pocho.com says, “Spanglish is my language.”