game over?

remember when you were a kid and you and your brother spent an hour talking in pig latin just to annoy the crap out of your parents? it was such a fun game and whoever messed up first was a big gigantic loser. yesterday we took a lovely excursion to Alcala, a suburb of spain. everyone in our group was fluent in english, but the good students that we were, we spoke solely in spanish to each other the entire day. i am sure every spaniard within earshot cringed upon overhearing our broken sentences and mispronunciations, but we were totally rocking at the language game.

when i got home after a full day of chatting, i went home and pilar asked me some random question. i immediately answered in english. she was so confused and looked at me like i was crazy. oops. game over. i lose.

i totally started cracking up and apologizing. it´s hard to remember that this isn´t a game for everyone.