Yesterday Vrai asked 2 very hispanic looking people if they spoke Spanish. Newp. Luckily Luis the bartender did. The first gal said her grandmother speaks to her in Spanish all the time. So in 2 generations the mother tongue is replaced by the language of the country you find yourself living.
Good thing we find ourselves in the little roadside cantina where often we are in the minority. Heck even the TV there is on the Spanish language channel.
And why do they seem to have a lot of waitresses who have a minimal grasp of English. I think the chances of an English speaker is pretty high when you are a restaurant in America. I get it that it's Texas and that you serve Mexican food. But gringos like tacos also.
I still have to laugh at 1 of our encounters at Los Palmas by La Hacienda RV park. We can walk which is nice as it's just across the street a way from where we stay. I asked the waitress a question. I forget what it was but something about the restaurant or is it always this busy, something like that. She holds up a finger and gives me the just a minute shrug/look. She leaves then returns from the kitchen and says to us, "Mixed Vegetables". Clearly she didn't understand my NJ accented English. Next time I'll speak louder and slower. Because anyone who has ventured overseas knows that well that works out.
Good thing we find ourselves in the little roadside cantina where often we are in the minority. Heck even the TV there is on the Spanish language channel.
And why do they seem to have a lot of waitresses who have a minimal grasp of English. I think the chances of an English speaker is pretty high when you are a restaurant in America. I get it that it's Texas and that you serve Mexican food. But gringos like tacos also.
I still have to laugh at 1 of our encounters at Los Palmas by La Hacienda RV park. We can walk which is nice as it's just across the street a way from where we stay. I asked the waitress a question. I forget what it was but something about the restaurant or is it always this busy, something like that. She holds up a finger and gives me the just a minute shrug/look. She leaves then returns from the kitchen and says to us, "Mixed Vegetables". Clearly she didn't understand my NJ accented English. Next time I'll speak louder and slower. Because anyone who has ventured overseas knows that well that works out.
When I worked in D.C. I went on a service call with a new technician to the home of a widowed Admiral. The only one home was his hispanic housekeeper, and when we asked where the line came in the house, she clearly didn't understand English and began shaking her head "No". So Technician Einstein says "WHERE...
