Sunday night I found myself watching Kill Bill, part 1 on Telemundo, dubbed into Spanish of course. If you knew me well and knew how snobbish I am about reading books and watching movies in the original language, you would suspect I am gripped with nostalgia or in dire need of some Spanish-speaking interaction.
Well, I am. That is the downside of my new job. I miss speaking Spanish more often. It makes me a bit sad, although not enough to want to go back where I was. No siree!