¿Hay una farmacia por aquí?

¿Hay una cafetería por aquí?

No, there is no cafe around here, but you can find me on the hard linoleum floor of my apartment hugging my left knee to my chest, repeating new Spanish vocabularly alongside a pleasant little Spanish tune.

¿Hay un centro comercial por aquí?

Is there a shopping center around here?

I puff out the phrase a bit more forefully than intended as I pull my other knee to my chest, trying to ignore the fact that the dust on my floor is sticking to me in an altogether unpleasant way. Note to self: Sweep soon.

¿Hay una farmacia por aquí?

At this, I burst out laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of my situation. Is there a pharmacy around here? my Spanish lesson wants to know. Yes! And, in fact, I have been to practically all of them in the past week for medicine to help my back problems, which have finally calmed down enough so that I stop bursting into tears in the middle of my mashed potatoes or teeth-brushing.

In my ever-going attempts to hit as many birds as possible with one stone, I decided to combine my vertabrae-taming breaks with a bit of Spanish review, and found the scene altogether too hilarious to keep to myself, and also as a more interesting way to update everyone that my back is doing slightly better, even if my Spanish isn't.

Besos!
Katie