Oye Como Va

Almost immediately after this morning's post I was walking across the HH parking lot when a minivan pulled up beside me.

The driver, a middle-aged man in his late 30s, opened his door and asked me, "Habla Espanol?" The woman in the passenger seat seemed distracted and paid no attention.

I looked back and shrugged, "Poquito." His face broadened into a smile of relief that hinted Ah, finally!

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They were lost. He knew his destination, but insisted upon driving a specific road neither of us could find on the map.

My Spanish is only what's left over from grade school ... but what if I'd told him, "Mi hermano, pero todos los caminos va a su destino!" My brother, but every road goes to your destination!

He woulda thought I was crazy.

Claro.