Making good on my promise to my van driver, Cesí¡r, in Guatemala, I wrote my first-ever letter all in Spanish. It may be only a few sentences long but it required two rounds of review with Lulu first. I estimate that about ten percent of it was grammatically incorrect. It should be perfect now. If it’s not, it’s all Lulu’s fault. She told me I shouldn’t put that self-deprecating remark in there, but I wouldn’t […]
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