There’s a middle-age Hispanic-looking woman who I see standing at the bus stop outside my neighborhood most mornings when I run. I usually waive and say, “Good morning!” She usually smiles back.
Yesterday morning as I was running past she started talking to me, so I stopped and strained to listen. I picked up a few words but after several sentences I realized I had no idea what she was saying.
“No comprendo,” I said. “No hablo Espanol.”
“You speak Spanish?” she replied.
Straining to remember something from my 2 years of high school Spanish I replied, “Muy poco.” (“very little,” I think)
She replied, “I don’t speak Spanish. Romania is my country.”
LOL! I don’t know if there’s a lesson in that – maybe something about the assumptions we make. If you see one let me know. I just thought it was funny. 🙂
Tomorrow I’m going to try to remember to say, “Buna dimineata” which is good morning in Romanian.