mundo latino

lying on the couch on the porch and closing my eyes, the audioscape is so stereotypical that it makes me smile: the wind rustling through the palm trees, the waves crashing on the beach, crickets chirping, the sounds of latin dance music wafting over from the bars and the loud shouting match in spanish between the husband and wife from the house next door...

my mind has not quite yet been able to completely plug into what little spanish i was once able to speak. instead, indonesian tends to come into the way, with my mind forming indo-spanish phrases such as: "si, besok voy pa' santo domingo karena tengo amiga yang kerja alli"