There came a moment during my stay in Spain, probably around
January or so, when I realized I knew 20 different ways to cuss somebody out
but was still gesturing to mops and frying pans with a meager “esto” (‘this’).
At times it would be valuable to consider a home-stay with a kosher working
mother rather than learning Spanish from your college-age roommates, who seem
to think that “coño” is an acceptable replacement for any sort of personal
pronoun.
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