Little steps, muy, muy pequenos
Too often Thursday lunch sees Hrafntinna jogging across the street to La Bamba, the tacqueria without scrubbed college kids behind the counter. "Burritos as big as your head!!" the signs proclaim. In fact Hrafntinna frequents La Bamba because they also have a mini burrito. Also, being a typical authenticism-obsessed culture-tourist (i.e., tool of colonialism), she enjoys the bilingual signage and the Spanish banter between the guy at the register and the guy spatuling beans onto the tortillas.
Today's victory consisted of Hrafntinna scraping the few remaining shreds of her highschool Spanish off the very bottom of her slop-bucket of a brain and piecing together the following:
Hola .... quiero un burrito pequeno ... con pollo ... para llevar. Si, con todo. Gracias!
Today's victory consisted of Hrafntinna scraping the few remaining shreds of her highschool Spanish off the very bottom of her slop-bucket of a brain and piecing together the following:
Hola .... quiero un burrito pequeno ... con pollo ... para llevar. Si, con todo. Gracias!