Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Un Poquito Taco

It was a slow day at the taco truck (the rain), and the taco ladies were chatty:
"¿Hablas español?" the grandmother-ish one asked me.

"No," I shook my head.

"¿Un poquito?" she asked, holding her thumb and forefinger together to indicate a little bit.

"Un poquito taco"—a little Taco—I said.
It got big laughs.* Then they quizzed me on the precise extent of my Español/Taco knowledge: buenos dias? buenas noches? frijoles? queso? arroz?...

* It's good to be in with the taco ladies.

1 comment:

  1. I am slowly coming out of my taco truck Spanish shell. Growing up in Louisiana I took French in middle and high school, not Spanish. My Spanish is pretty bad and I am self conscious about trying to speak it, but lately I have been encouraged by a few ladies of my own. Al Pastor con cebolla y cilantro. Si, por favor. Tripas...mmnn...non, gracias.

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