Monday, pill number 19
Lesson 5: learn Spanish! The afternoon continued in the best way. Rafael, as he said he called himself the enterprising Spaniard, had brought me a frozen Cuba Libre and after a bit of initial embarrassment, our conversation took on more relaxed tones even if not very bright. I certainly didn’t have to talk about Hegel or Kant, but I was quite amused trying to improvise an ostentatious Spanish and hear him arranging some Italian mixed with Spanish. It was a… Read More »Monday, pill number 19