Hogar is whenever I'm with you... Al, AR

I am home. I am also in my house. The Spanish language has two words for home/house. Casa being the word for the structure itself, and hogar being the word for the closeness one would associate with the structure or even a place or country. 

I am currently in my casa, and I am also in my hogar with my loving family. 

California has bears!

"Oh, I'd hate to live up north! And I'd hate to live in California!" Exclaims my mom. 

Why? 

"Because of the bears! California has bears!"

Stranded

So you know those people who are stranded in the DFW airport in Texas. Yes, that's me right now. Except I'm not stranded in that I can't get a flight out - it's more like we can't drive anywhere. 

Shiver shiver with my torn tango sheet music. Dem TSA. 

Uses of Latin: airport bathroom encounters

My flight had been rerouted and canceled, again. I ran into the old woman in the bathroom, the lady who had been on my previous flight, and she exclaimed, "God willing we get through to Dallas!" with which I reponded "Yes, Deo Volente indeed!" 

A mother and her teenage daughter from Pinterest summer world gave my disheveled traveler appearance a look of disapproval as they skipped washing their hands to fix their hair. 

I again nodded a smile to the elderly woman and proceeded to wash my hands for an extra five seconds to rub it in -- the soap I mean, of course. 

Raspberry Thief

You may call me the Raspberry Thief, every morning before breakfast I eat

On my fingertips, you must seek, 

red-handed evidence that it is indeed, me.

Try to stop me if you can, 

You'll have to lick my fingertips first 

before I carry out my scrumptious plan.  

But indulge me if you want, for I am still the Raspberry Thief! 

Feo-struck

I was walking down a quaint street in Santiago, Chile, perusing the open-air book fair, and I lingered for just a moment too long to find myself struck in the face by two metal poles that were holding up the makeshift tent. I was stunned. And three men rushed over to remove the tent from my face. I put my sun glasses back on my face and walked away. A man at one of the book stalls asked me if my face was alright as I was passing by. I replied in Spanish, "It's ugly, but I'm okay." He was quite confused by my reply, not realizing that he had intruded my extentializing thoughts. I gave a genuine smile in appreciation for his concern, and then I scampered off in fear of any more commotion that could evoke a panic of tears. 

Goodbye, open-aired book fair. 

So, I do speak Castellano

I was speaking to a few Chileans in the best hostel in Santiago, Chile and was told that I had an accent -- "an American accent?" I asked. No, an Argentine. I proceeded to say that I had been studying there for the past four months, and they said "hence, the accent."

Not like I can understand half of the Chileans. Take me back to Argentina where you can understand Castellano. 

And yes, our 20 hour bus ride from Buenos Aires, Argentina to Santiago, Chile only took 22 hours.