in spanish class, we practice speaking as much as possible. this is actually more fun than it sounds, because the questions assigned to us are usually pretty personal in nature, which can be amusing. for example, our first class involved the following questions about our morning routine:

what time did we get up?
what time do we shower?
how long do we shower?
do we eat breakfast?
when do we eat breakfast?
what do we eat for breakfast?
when do you get dressed, before or after breakfast?
etc. etc.

in my most recent spanish class, we were assigned to groups, to ask questions based on a text. then we had to ask a series of questions loosely connected to the theme of the text, to each other. one of the questions was whether or not we had ever been to miami. when the beautiful gay man in my group asked me if i had ever been to miami, i shook my head and replied "no." (that "no" encompasses student loans, travel debt from trips to europe - you get the idea. it was a big "no".)

"oh sappho," my fellow student said with unutterable sadness and reproach. "you haven't been to miami?" (that last phrase was spoken with a kind of horrified disbelief, as if i'd said i supported bush or harper, or mass genocide, or trying to feed carrots to worms.)

"have you?" i asked, grinning.

"oh yes," he said certainly. "many, many times."

at which point our teacher called for our attention, and we were obliged to abandon our conversation. but i was secretly smiling to myself, thinking, of course, i am dying to go to miami. my inner gay man is just screaming to get out.

Labels: people, spanish class, travels