Cheated in South America!
Shocking I know! Wow - just keep adding on to the typical experiences down here. I am really living the local life.
Today, I went with the kids to a small “tienda” about a block from our home. Think of it like a 7/11 about the size of a master bathroom, dark and cramped. I needed water and bread and didn’t want to take a taxi to go to the supermarket. I don’t really speak Spanish. I studied French for years and the two languages are similar, so I can fumble around a bit. Let’s just say, I know enough Spanish to know I was being cheated and over charged for a silly piece of bread but not enough Spanish to stick up for myself. Jackson consoled me by saying, “Cheaters never win Mama.” Thanks bud!
OK - I am off to plug in the Rosetta Stone.
The kids are cracking me up with the Spanish they are picking up. Chloe walks around all day speaking gibberish with occasional Spanish words thrown in. It is hysterical.
