Hola! As I suspected, my ¨hola¨is getting quite a workout! You will be happy to know that it has been joined by several other badly pronounced common phrases.
We are having quite a good time and have decided to become shareholders in the Mexican Bandaid corporation.
The only problem so far is the roosters that begin crowing at 4:30 a.m. and keep it up until, well, night. I don´t mind so much because I grew up with chickens. (Not in the same house or anything, but there were chickens in the vicinity.) James, being one of those sophisticated urbanites from Edmonton, Alberta, has no chicken tolerance at all. He has proposed dressing up in camouflage fatigues and going on search and destroy missions. I´ve gone along with the plan because I am convinced that he won´t find any roosters and if he does, he won´t get the best of them.
He has promised that I will get to be his chicken ninja assistant! What more could any woman ask for¿ (Now I am going to start allowing some of the unusual symbols on the Spanish keyboard into this message lest you think I´m lying about being in MexicoÑç¨¨… okay, that´s enough).
Also, if anyone is interested in a a time share in Mexico, don´t hesitate to let me know. I´m quite confident I can hook you up!
Hasta la vista.