No Habla Espanol
At the airport in Mexico City, conversation with the immigration officer:
Officer (Looks at my Indian Passport, puzzled): **** ** ***** *** **** (something in Spanish)
Me: No habla Espanol (Yes that's right, I'm Indian, not Mexican)
Officer: Oh.. Sup.. reee.. yah?
Me: Correct
Officer (flips thorough the passport, can't find the visa, hands it back to me, I open the right page): ******* ** ***** *** *****(Spanish again!)
Me (What part of "No habla Espanol" did he not understand? or does he think I'm lying?) : *Smile*
Officer: Sup.. re.. yaaaah!
Me (Yes, you learnt how to say my name, congratulations!)
Officer (stamp stamp): *** **** **** (more Spanish)
Me: Thank you!
Thus began the 5 days of people staring incredulously at my face, waiting for some Spanish words to find their way into the air, while I practiced the deer in the headlights routine. All this time my very white (looking) friend took every opportunity to launch a sneak attack at the waiters, cab drivers and shop keepers with her super fluent Spanish.
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Shon, I can very seriously visualise you in the flowing gown of the spanish flamenco dancers with castanets and a flower tucked behind your ear, so i sympathise with the immigration officers plight... Glad you are in love with life again and may you remain forever in love with life........
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I had written "spain" not Mexico - so here goes again - you went to MEXICO!!!! So jealous. Please share - Left me live vicariously through you, PLEAZZEE!
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