Husband and I are walking home from the market. A man stops me to ask if I need help with directions. “No, thank you,” I tell him.
Farther down the street, a young woman asks me where I am going. I tell her I’m heading back to the Born. She proceeds to tell me how to get there.
When we are alone again, I ask Husband, “Do I look that much like a lost tourist?”
“I don’t know about that, honey,” Husband says. “But I do know you’ve been practicing your Spanish lesson all the way home.”
“So you’ve been conjugating the phrases ‘I am lost,’ ‘I need help with directions,’ and ‘Can you please tell me the way to,’ for the last 15 minutes.”