I've got to leave work a little earlier than usual today. Actually, this is nothing new. It's been going on for about 12 weeks.
I started taking a Spanish class—Occupational Spanish 101 to be exact—at a local community college in the hopes that I could beef up some conversational skills when I visit Mexico in support of the Spanish-language version of The FABRICATOR.
Well, I wish I can say I'm much better at speaking Spanish than I am. But that's really my own fault. The instructor stresses to engage Spanish speakers in conversation to strengthen my own conversational skills, but when I greet the cashier at the grocery store with "Buenos dias!" in a Southern drawl, she just stares at me.












