I do not speak Spanish. At all. I speak Spanish words. Badly. “Spanglish” I mourn the fact I never learned Spanish. Not only because it is beautiful, but because it is priceless for communicating and making close friendships in North America, and world-wide. Without it, there is such a void. I would love to be able to sit and listen intently and converse easily with my sister-in-law, and every native Spanish speaker I meet (a daily occurre...
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