So I’m speaking Franspagnole.
That’s a mix of French and Spanish.
My brain can’t handle this transitional period. I actually forgot the verb “to be” in French. To be, y’all!
Who am I?
This may be an eternal question, but in this case, I just wanted to remember how to say it. No answer required. The verbs ser and estar kept getting in the way and usurped je suis for nearly 3 days!
When trying to make an appointment for Wednesday, I could not conjure the word mercredi. (Miercoles, miercoles!)
The check came for a couple drinks and I gave the server a billet of diez, not dix.
I went to Castorama to pick up a new bookshelf (more room for books!) and didn’t even realize half my sentence was in Spanish and the other in French. (Hay une etagere en blanc?) I wondered why everyone was giving me strange smiles.
Last night I finally managed to string a few whole sentences together (and was told I sounded Brazilian!).
So, I think I’m getting back on the right track.
Before my Barcelona bliss and buzz fades completely, however, I wanted to document the week-long party that happened right before I left. (It was all for me, right, Barca? I love you, too!)
I’m very excited to have a new post over on the hip web magazine, Untapped Cities, about the Festa Major de Gracia. It’s pronounced differently in Catalan, but it is a major good time.
Hop on over to read the post…plus see a TON of photos.
Fiesta, fiesta! (I mean, fete, fete!)