I went to my first Spanish class today. It's at a place called Su Casa, the Catholic church's Hispanic outreach organization. It'a a ten week thing and meets for two hours once a week.

We did vowels and a few translations. And touched on the whole masculine/feminine thing. Why must things like refrigerators and road signs have genders? This is why I hated French.

Anyway... there's like six people in my class. One businessman who's relocating to Puerto Rico. Four women who just want to learn it, and me. The teacher is this interesting older woman who grew up in Spain speaking Spanish and Portuguese, learned French when she lived in France, and now lives here. She's fluent in English, but she's obviously not a native speaker. She forgets some obscure English words sometimes.

The title, by the way... La barraca es grande... means "the tool shed is large." The first sentence I learned in Spanish is "The tool shed is large." Maybe the more useful stuff starts next week.|