I Should Have Watched Destinos More

"¿Donde está la biblioteca?"

Sorry, just practicing.

According to our supremely talented Placement Officer (she got us accepted after all,) we're going to be speaking Spanish for the next few years.

In February, we're shipping off to someplace south of Texas.  Where the food is hot, the women hotter, and the tequila ice, ice cold.  Not that I like tequila.  But a cerveza fria would not be a shame every now and then.

And there you have it peoples.  The extent and total knowledge of my four years of educational Spanish.  It's amazing what you remember:
 

• Library
• Beer
• Cold

My Spanish teachers would be so proud.  Makes my college graduation joke of - "Hey mom, I got a D in Spanish.  It stands for diploma" - even funnier.  Hopefully, retention on this go around will be easier seeing as how we'll actually be using the language.

And I won't have to watch Destinos.  Which I never did - hence the D.

Anywho - needless to say, the wifey is ecstatic.  Random Spanish words, things we can do, and the ubiquitous :) have dotted my GMail chat throughout the day.

And I am excited as well.  Though I'm practicing my machismo by not acting excited.

In a gracious act of full disclosure, I will say that I'm a tad disappointed about not going somewhere colder.  I like cold places.  Mongolia would have been nice.  Or Ukraine.

But what can you do.

I'll just have to learn to live with the heat.  It'll be like living in Texas all over again - though my current beard may be the first intentional victim of this future crusade.

So off to either: Mexico, Costa Rica, Honduras, Paraguay, Ecuador, or Guyana .  We'll know specifics in a few more days.

Adios till then.  (HAH! There's another!)


P.S.  I was just informed that I'll get to take my boots with me - something that had been frowned upon until now (apparently, leather rots - who knew.)  And that makes me supremely happy (the boots, not the rot.)  I like my boots.

-Jacob