Now I’m in the car on the way to school
and my heart “brrrrrrrrrr!” I cannot understand a word anyone says to me. Vale vale, ¿como son los Estados Unidos? ¿Hace calor? ¿Que manda? No te estoy mandando. Perdon.
It”s not the “fanthy” Castilian king’s Spanish I’d expected. It’s this regular “street” Spaniard Spanish. They don’t have any students from Latin America.
And they sure don’t have any Americans. I am completely foreign. At the foreign school. (audience laughter)