Today, I shall introduce you to my neighboring dogs. Every morning, on my walk to school, I pass a torn-up old mattress, and every morning, the same two dogs are peacefully asleep on it — a cream-colored dog, and a chocolate lab sort of fellow.
When I walk back home, they’re usually hanging out on the other side of that same street, or sleeping in a dusty hole in the sidewalk. I always greet them: “Hola, perros!”, so they doubtless think I’m mad (to anthropomorphize shamelessly).
We continued with the Conditional tense in class today. This tense bears a strong similarity to the Snidely Bitchy tense (pardon my French, grandmother). Here are two examples from our classwork:
- Antón te quiere mucho, pero te querría más si fueras más cariñosa. / Anton loves you a lot, but he would love you more if you were more affectionate.
- Haces bien la comida, pero la harías mejor con un poquito más de cuidado. / You make good food, but you would make better food if you were a bit more careful. [paraphrased]
See? Not very friendly at all.
I braved a large shiny bank and successfully withdrew rent money for the time I’ll be here. I then grabbed a hot empanada de pino — the typical Chilean empanada, which contains ground beef, onions, black olives (complete with pit), raisins, and startling hard-boiled eggs. Tasty, though. I settled back in at home, and attempted to read a Spanish children’s chapter book about superheroes. I surrendered after a few pages, but soon, Spanish superheroes, you shall be mine.
Oh, one thing from yesterday that I forgot to mention: I visited my first Chilean bookstore! It was a marvel. Shelves and trays of plastic-wrapped books, including a few that I haven’t read before by Pablo Neruda and Isabel Allende… and Gabriel García Márquez, Gabriela Mistral… books on Mapuche anthropology and language… Patagonian field-guides… old tatuaje (tattoo) magazines… At first I thought that it might be my dream bookstore, but I think it is better categorized as a dream bookstore for a me-who-speaks-better-Spanish. Perhaps me in two months? Here’s a-hopin’.