Dime!
…please, God, let them speak English
I have got to learn better Spanish! (x33)
I hate this language! (x20)
I feel better about the language—about expressing myself and understanding others.
It’s strange to think of being able to communicate in English. In one of the stores a clerk spoke English to me, and I couldn’t figure out what to say back.
I am struggling with the Spanish. It’s getting really frustrating. I really want to talk to people!
I don’t like talking to Spaniards; I don’t understand them and feel stupid when I try talking to them.
I want an Intercambio!
It sounds like they have a speech impediment or like Sylvester the cat.
It’s frustrating to only have the conversation skills of a two-year-old!
It’s hard to understand Spaniards because the accent is so different . . .It sounds like they have marbles in their mouths.
More and more I figure Spain is a place to practice Spanish more so than to learn the stinking language.
I’m truly experiencing what it means to have a language barrier.
I think I feel a lot more comfortable around English speaking people because they seem familiar even though they may be complete strangers.
They treat us like outsiders because we don’t speak good Spanish.
It is amazing how the English language unites people in non-English speaking countries.
I am struggling with Spanish and border between wanting to learn the language completely and never wanting to speak it again after I leave.
The group is pretty close since we all have much in common mainly that we all speak English fluently.
Why is it that you can never have a conversation with someone who speaks another language for more than 10 minutes before you start trading swear words?
It’s sad to think that the dogs here know more Spanish than I do.