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Mi grapadora roja…

Mi grapadora roja…

We have a grapadora problem in the office.  There is a limited supply and they always seem to disappear or jam.  People with staplers get a little possessive over them – or maybe its just me and my only child syndrome.  One day, I tried making a Milton grapadora roja joke at work, but it fell completely flat … Continue reading

When tío doesn’t mean uncle…

When tío doesn’t mean uncle…

While my Spanish has improved a thousand fold since my arrival, this past weekend I had a brief encounter which reminded me that every day is still a school day. My friend and I were about to leave the club when this guy asked me to dance.  It was 5am, my feet hurt, and I … Continue reading