“Puedo hablar con Sr. Lopez?” I asked.
“Su nombre, por favor…quien me habla?” She asked…wanting to know who I was. I gave her my name. It’s not an easy name for anyone to understand…it’s a bit unusual. As I found out living in Paris and in the Dominican Republic, it’s a tongue twister for many Americans, but impossible for others.
Que? She asked.
I gave it again. To no avail.
“Habla espanol?” She asked.
Well, I was speaking Spanish at the time, so I answered, “Si.”
“Cual es su nombre en espanol?”
