Good help is hard to find at anytime ... and anywhere. On Monday, Miguel, the landlord, informed me that Lesley, the woman who had been cleaning my apartment, decided she didn't want to work anymore and quit without notice. He told me this when I met up with him on the road as I was making my way into town. It would be the first of three encounters with him on the subject. I can't say he doesn't keep me well informed.
Sadly, Patience Is Not One of My Virtues
I'm sorry to say that my Spanish hasn't improved a great deal since I've been here and that I don't have the patience to sit in Spanish school for several hours every day. Nor do I want to do any homework. Another rationale for not going to school is that I have the vocabulary, and all I need is practice, so why spend money on a conversational Spanish class when I can engage any of the natives on the street for free, including Miguel? All of this is by way of background to explain that I translate in terms of the "big picture" rather than word-by-word, so that if someone speaks slowly to me, I can grasp most of what that person is trying to say. This is what generally happens in talking to Miguel. His wife Isabel is another story. When I ask her to speak more despacio - slowly - she actually speeds up and ends every conversation by telling me I should practice my Spanish. Miguel is much more patient with me.