• Apr
    11

    My First Joke in Spanish

     

    Several years ago I arrived in Mexico for what was to be a long stay (3.5 months). I’d arrived in Bucerias in late January and while it was cold and wet in Victoria, it was a bright sunny day in Mexico, 90 degrees and humid. Suffice to say, I was drenched in sweat and needed a shower, not to mention wanting to spend some time curled up around an air conditioner.

    I spent my first few days there looking around and seeing if I could find an apartment. All was well until I went out one evening. When I returned to the area of the hotel I found it in total blackness. It was the darkest I’d ever seen it, so dark that I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face.

    As for getting to the hotel, it was my sheer good fortune that a truck was parked on the street. One headlight worked, but it was enough because it lit the tops of the cobblestones and I was able to see where I was going. (If ever there was a reason to carry a flashlight when going out, this was it.)

    When I finally arrived at the hotel it was dim in the foyer but the lights were on. Fortunately they had emergency power. When I spoke to Francisco, the clerk at the desk, he informed me that the power was out because the transformer across the street dad blown out. He told me not to worry, that the electrical company would come and fix it and everything would be fine.

    As I listened to him I thought: “Yeah, but we’re in Mexico.” Then I said: “Buenas suerte” (good luck). We both had a good laugh over that one.

    And the postscript? Over the next ten days we lost power several times. I lost all the food in my fridge twice. Finally, the power company fixed the transformer and the entire event faded into history.

    © Nathan Segal

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