The house was deathly quiet all weekend. I moped around like a dog without a tail and eventually, to pull myself out of the doldrums, did something I've wanted to do for ages... logged on to the library's website and signed up to take an on-line Spanish language course-- - Ever since Latin classes in secondary school, I've had a notion to learn Spanish. I think it was the nuns' way of assuring us that Latin would be worth the slogging when they told us that, with Latin under our belts, we'd be able to learn Spanish or Italian in under six months,. Not sure I buy the bit about six months, but it was a very pleasant distraction working my way through the introductory lessons and finding them so easy.
Miss Oriss understands Spanish, having lived in Argentina as a child. She watches Spanish language soap operas when she's at home, and did likewise while she stayed with me. Every weeknight at nine o'clock we tuned in to "Abismo De Pasion," a good, old fashioned bodice-ripper, complete with love triangles and conniving mothers in law, young studs hard put to keep it in their pants, and older dudes trying to position themselves to be as rich as possible while doing as little work as possible. I didn't even need a dictionary to understand the title! Thrilling stuff. Mostly I did the daily crossword or sudoku while glancing occasionally at the screen. After a few weeks though I found myself caught up in the action and actually able to follow the general thread. Of course it was all in hundred-mile-an-hour Spanish, so I had to get a considerable amount of help in the translation department from Miss Oriss.
Now that she's gone, I've fallen by the wayside. I haven't tuned in to "Abismo" since she left. I do not know if Gayel has killed Damian for stealing Elyssa away from him, or if the padre has regained consciousness and revealed who it was that ran him off the road in an effort to silence him. I may never find out. But in the meantime I can tell you, in Spanish, what my name is, where I am from, what a pleasure it is to meet you, and that I travel frequently to Puerto Rico [even though I don't.]
The OC had better watch out. Next time he drops in here he could find himself falling into an abyss of passionate, hundred-mile-an-hour Spanish.
Hasta luego muchachas!