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Yo no lo sé, no estaba conduciendo – I Don´t Know, I Wasn´t Driving

Yo no lo sé, no estaba conduciendo – I Don´t Know, I Wasn´t Driving

Luis and I find inspiration for teaching Spanish in the most mundane of situations.  Take for instance another moment during our recent visit to TN.  This was our second visit to see my parents since they’d moved there about 3 years ago.  The first time we flew and my dad did all the driving once [...]

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Eso era con un “B” o con “V”?  – That Was With a “B” or With a “V”?

Eso era con un “B” o con “V”? – That Was With a “B” or With a “V”?

Perhaps it was the fact that it was 11 30 PM and that we’d been driving for 11 hours straight.  Perhaps it was that and the roads were unfamiliar and beginning to wind their way through the Appalachians or worse, that one of the headlights had burned out at some point since our last stop for [...]

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Hay más de lo que parece a primera vista – There is More than Meets the Eye

Following is a comment left on our online magazine La Casa Rojas from a student of our Free Spanish Video Classes Online – “I want to learn Spanish because I love people and I love different cultures. Growing up in Denver where Spanish was common, I thought I would be different and learn French. I [...]

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Mito número: un millión – Myth Number One Million

Mito número: un millión – Myth Number One Million

As I dig deeper into improving my Spanish language skills, I find myself crashing headlong into one myth after another. I was ‘pitched’ and enthusiastically bought about a zillion bills of goods at the beginning of this journey One of the biggies was that Spanish is easy.  I can’t tell you how many people I’ve [...]

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La curación depende en el trastorno, aka; perspectiva  – The Cure Depends on the Ill, aka; Perspective

La curación depende en el trastorno, aka; perspectiva – The Cure Depends on the Ill, aka; Perspective

I went out to the reception area and greeted them; mom, step-dad and their 17 year old son.  I shook each hand in turn, Christopher’s (not his real name), last.  He looked away from me, first one way and then the other, much as if he were about 2 years old and trying to make [...]

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