Language immersion welcomes a whole new dimension of c’mons. Pupils here pick up girls with compliments pertaining to parts of speech rather than anatomy. Por ejemplo, today mi companero de clase told me not that I had a nice arse, but nice Rs.

Aside—thanks for suffering through my Spanglish, you’re the best.

If Feivel had headed a bit farther south his immigration experience would have been a little less eventful for There are No Cats in Mexico…but the streets aren’t paved with cheese, just uneven concrete. My roommate is Canadian and thus unfamiliar with the cinematic masterpiece that is American Tail. Missing out, seriously. But yeah, no cats. Just scores and scores of dogs. We haven’t seen a single cat since arriving and I have started to doubt their existence beneath the Rio Grande. Maybe they just aren’t strong swimmers.

See? Es verdad! Laura just confirmed my observations on her blog--

"I´ve noticed that a lot of people have dogs here and I have not seen a single cat. I don´t know if I´ve seen ¨Fivel goes West¨ but Christa (i live with her, she´s from Oklahoma), whenever we see a lot of dogs always sings a song from it... ¨there are no cats in america¨ but she replaces america with mexico. It always stays in my head for a while after that."

http://adventuresofpeterpan.blogspot.com/