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It’s raining today in Buenos Aires, a steady rainfall perfect for grading papers and catching up with favorite blogs. I’m contented, as yesterday afternoon I sat in Parque Las Heras just feeling the sun on my face. It was the first warm day in a long time where I could go without my jacket.
Many of my friends have asked me if my Spanish has improved in Buenos Aires. When I arrived, I had basic reading skills left over from high school Spanish, but not much more. Also, the porteño accent was very alien to me, with the use of “sch” for “ll” and “y.”
My reading and listening abilities are good, but I still need work in speaking. It takes a lot of energy to speak in Spanish all day because I am still at the point where I translate a lot of what I’m saying in my head while I speak. I know that I furrow my brow. This tells me I have a way to go. Linguistically, I can’t explain it, but I also have better speaking days than others. It’s important to me that I speak well because I want to be an authentic city dweller, not a vacationer.
Last night V. invited us to her vegetable stand because one of our friends, M., had made an Italian lemon meringue with lemons from the shop. We sat on vegetable boxes and chatted while passing around a mate. M.’s beautiful two-year-old gave everyone kisses and nibbled on a giant chocolate alfajore. We periodically had to capture her from leaving the store.
At the end of the night, E. and I helped bring in the boxes of oranges, cabbages, apples, and artichokes in from outside the stand. Before leaving, we planned a group picnic in the park next weekend, as everyone is elated that spring is finally here.
Because of moving here, I missed out on summer last year. Now that it’s spring, I’m ready for some warmth.