My friend Eugenia told me, before I left Seville, that I speak
Spanish well...."When I met you...Whew." (And she wagged her hand, the tips of her fingers loosely close together, in a Spanish way.)
And I know that she meant "speak well" compared to the time we met. Even
still, it was a nice compliment and this is strange to me, that I can speak Spanish now.
The week before I left, I met Alexandra, an
Italian woman who worked at a cafe where I used to go with
my friend Peter. She and Peter hit it
off great, and they would yak it up in Spanish. I could
only listen, at the time. That last time I saw her, we
talked. It was just a sidewalk conversation of which I
remember nothing but it was great. She complimented me, also,
and it made me proud.
It's good to get those compliments. There's so much of
Spanish that I don't know, so it's encouraging to hear