Always In Motion The Future Is

Yoda was right. And, speaking of Yoda, San Geraldo and I had dinner with Adela and Paula the other night. We were both a bit wired from all we have going on. So, I was speaking Spanish in overdrive. Or, perhaps I should say, "Overdrive speaking Spanish I was." I kept forgetting the simplest words and I had no idea in which order to put the verbs and adjectives.

DUDO, LAUGHING AT MY SPANISH.
OUR CATS' DISTINCT PERSONALITIES SUMMED UP IN ONE PHOTO.

According to Paula, who found it all very entertaining (except perhaps the conversation itself), I sounded like Yoda. Well, not if anything to say about it I have!

REALLY.  SHOES OR PANTS?
I'LL NEVER TELL.

The Linguist
I met Albert for a couple of drinks Thursday afternoon. He has been so supportive of our decision to move to the beach. He also has told me he's envious. He'd love to live on the beach year-round. Now, I can't really make fun of Albert's English. Albert is originally from Sweden and speaks English, Spanish, Portuguese, German, Swedish (obviously), French, and I'm sure he can get by in a few other languages. He loves speaking in idiomatic English, but sometimes gets the expressions a bit confused.

While talking about the upcoming move, Albert looked at me and said, "Oh, how I'd love to get in your pants!" I'm pretty sure he meant he'd like to be in my shoes. Then again...