Estoy Aqui

I was watching some music channel earlier tonight (no, not MTV) and they were showing music videos featuring Spanish-speaking artists. I now have just enough knowledge of Latin pop music to possibly impress a cute Latina while in Miami, should the occasion arise. “Oh, Kinky? Sure, they’re okay, but I really dig Cafe Tacuba.” You know, I really should have taken Spanish instead of five years of French. I keep waiting for the chance to use it during the a chance encounter with a beautiful Parisian, or even a French Canadian. But even if that did happen, I don’t think I remember much more than “Je m’appelle Mark” and “Zut alors!” and “Ou est la bibliotheque?” Not exactly the kind of stuff that makes women swoon. And I don’t think I’ve ever made a woman swoon using English, either.