Giving Old Ladies a Good Laugh
When I went to Iquitos, Peru,
on a mission trip,
I thought, after years
of Spanish classes, I’d be
able
to communicate fairly
well.
But one afternoon
as my roommate
and I were peeling potatoes
in the hot kitchen,
I asked about washing them.
I wondered why
the old ladies,
who we were helping,
looked up in the air
and started laughing.
It wasn’t until
I was back in my hotel
room
that I realized
that instead of using the
word
“lavar” to wash
I used the word “levantar”
to raise.
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