Spanish withdrawal

I miss Nicaragua. There are a lot of things I miss about it, but Spanish is a huge one right now. While there is a certain relief to being able to say what I want, when I want and not worry so much about miscommunication or how I should say something, I miss living in Spanish.

Yesterday I worked with Dad on a house, and the crew outside siding was speaking Spanish. Although it is cold outside (something I'm still adjusting to: I'm almost always cold), I was eager for Dad to send me to the truck for things just so I could hear some words in Spanish. When one guy told the other to open the "puerta" for me I couldn't stop grinning for a while afterwards. Just knowing there were Hispanics outside made me feel excited. Sadly, I realized that whenever I would go outside, they would stop talking! I'm not sure why, but one time I went back in the house and complained to Dad. So what did he do? Went outside and told them his daughter wanted to speak Spanish with them. Talk about shoving me out of the nest! I hadn't wanted to because I felt embarrassed and shy... But I had to go after Dad told them to expect me. They were from Mexico, and we had a nice little chat. It was good to speak Spanish again, even if they didn't know my country and culture of Nicaragua.

Today, I took another Spanish field trip to the Mexican store in Roselawn, 20 minutes from my house. I looked around at their merchandise, bought Maseca to make my own tortillas, and talked to the cashier a bit. Unfortunately, I had a time schedule so I couldn't sit around and talk very much. But the little reminders of my "home" were nice.

So, anyone who wants to speak Spanish, come on over! I'm desperate!:)