Critical to this move not being an abject failure will be my ability to talk to anyone else apart from Susi (who I am accompanying) without having to use Skype. To start with I will be entirely dependent on her, which will drive me and her insane and/or loco. This means learning Spanish, and quickly. As such, I have been studying before work and taking weekly classes with friends.
The first week was a lesson in affirming cultural stereotypes: our Argentine teacher, Dante, failed to turn up. This left three frustrated students, eager to learn and at a loose end. So we went to the pub and swapped what we knew of the beautiful language of Cervantes and Marquez. This almost entirely amounted to phrases that would find one slapped in nightclubs or arrested for attempting to buy illegal substances.
Things improved markedly when Dante actually turned up for the next week’s class. The lessons take place in my mate and fellow student Bruce’s office. Fabulously, one of his major clients is a brewer, so there’s always beer to be enjoyed during the class. I am learning a lot—the one great thing about starting from a position of utter dunderheaded imbecility is that it does not take much to improve in leaps and bounds. Last night was our last lesson for a month because of Christmas and Bruce is off on his hols. He’s going to Mexico, so he’ll be practising. Cheat.
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