Or, the story of this trip.
Several summers ago I went to a Spanish immersion program at a Virginia state school. We read, wrote, spoke and watched nothing but Spanish for three weeks. At the end of those three weeks, not only was I fluent enough to invent words, I was not shy about using them. I couldn’t speak English anymore.
Alas, the economy being what it is, I had to head back to work the day after the academy. I’m a camp counselor. I was then and I am now. We were outside and one of the kids, who must have been around seven, was trying to climb a Chinese chestnut. This was Against the Rules. I opened my mouth to tell him to get off, and what came out was…
“No touch tree!”
So there you have it. And now, as I head off to Salamanca, Spain for a semester of college, I can only hope more such mistakes are coming my way.