I loved Salt Lake City! Not really. But it was pretty neat. One highlight: I bought some salt water taffy that was made in SLC. I like to think it was made with salt water from the Great Salt Lake! Don't spoil my dream!
One sad moment: I ate a hamburger at a 1950's style diner attached to the hotel we were staying at. My server was Mexican. All throughout my meal, I listened to her speak Spanish with the cooks back in the kitchen. I was the only customer in the diner. (Corny had left me to fend for myself while she went out to dinner with her girlfriends.) I was seated at the counter so I could see and hear the Mexicans cavort and laugh in their foreign, fun, and secret language. I wanted to belong! At the end of the meal, I tried to speak Spanish to the waitress. I said, "Adios! Buenos Noches!" and she said, "Goodnight, sir. Thank you for coming." Why wouldn't she speak Spanish to me? I was so disappointed! Couldn't she tell that I was trying to connect to her heritage? And/or hook up with her? Just KIDDING!--she wasn't very hot. JUST KIDDING AGAIN! DOUBLE KIDDING! But seriously, I'm going to brush up on my Spanish. I want to belong with all of the cool bilingual kids.
Which reminded me of the time I tried to order tacos at the Mexican grocery store in my neighborhood. I started out strong, but by the end of the verbal exchange, I was reduced to pointing and gesturing. "Tongue," I said, pointing at my tongue. "I want two tacos made out of tongue."
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Ted,
I have the same problem with Chinese foods and my roommates. I still can not say mapo tofu. They thought I made maple tofu.
I think maple tofu could be good.
you really did try hard at the grocery store. you'll get there someday, like when we go to Spain.
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