papa americano..!!

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courtesy of sweatitoutmusic.om

When I first moved to Mexico, I heard this song everywhere.!! I couldn’t escape it’s playful and danceable tune anywhere in the streets of playa.! Taxis, buses, every store on 30th Avenue and Quinta Avenida was blasting this song from their radios. So now whenever I hear this song it reminds me of my time in Playa del Carmen and brings a smile to my face 🙂

According to wikipedia.com –

“”We No Speak Americano” is a song by Australian duo Yolanda Be Cool and producer DCUP. It was released on the independent Australian label Sweat It Out on 27 February 2010. The song samples the 1956 Italian (though sung in the Neapolitan language) song “Tu Vuò Fà L’Americano” by Renato Carosone, written by Carosone and Nicola Salerno. “We No Speak Americano” became a hit in Europe, Australia, and Latin America (where the song is also known as Pa-Panamericano)[1] as well as a top 40 hit in the U.S. and Canada.[2] It also won the 2011 ARIA award for “Best Dance Release.” The song has sold over 1 million digital copies in the United States as of 10 April 2011.[3]”

The translation for the lovely song is as follows –

“How can your sweetheart possibly understand you, when you talk to her in half American (English)? When you two are making love under the moonshine, how can it even cross your mind to say I love you? You’re just a wannabe American! Whiskey and Soda and Rock’n’roll”.

Enjoy the tune during this Labor Day weekend in the states or wherever you may be worldwide 🙂

arandano…sudando…valladolid

mango martinis

mango martinis

arandano…sudando…valladolid

arandano…sudando…valladolid

arandano…sudando…valladolid

translation:
cranberry…sweating…a city in the southeastern part of the Yucatán..!! What the what.!?!

I know, you are all thinking I have completely gone off the deep end. It’s possibly true. But that mantra above helped me remember where to stress the syllable (‘si-lə-bəl) rather than the syllable (si-‘lə-bəl) of those three very difficult (for me) to pronounce words. Well, of course, there was also lavanderia or laundromat.! I was always saying lavanderia with the stress on la. When the stress should have been on the der part.!

at La Sur

at La Sur

Luckily for me, putting the stress on the wrong syllable usually didn’t get me into too much trouble.! I don’t believe by changing the stress I incorrectly spouted obscene words.!! I’m sure I would remember that 🙂 jajaja.. But I did get corrected. A lot. No really, I mean a lot. And it didn’t help when I would study Spanish rules in my spare time (http://spanish.about.com) and it would tell me that “If a word without an accent mark ends in a vowel, n or s, the stress is on the penultimate (next to last) syllable.”

Who has time to remember that little tidbit in real life.!! When I’m talking to the grocer or the maintenance guy.! Um excuse me for a second while I reference my Spanish language rules.!! aargghhh.!! I finally realized the only way to get better was to practice. With everybody. Even when I annoyed them and they wanted me to go back to English.! jajaja

at La Azotea

at La Azotea

The above mantra happened one night during a concierge dine around in Playa del Carmen. I was with my fellow co-workers and we were going from restaurant to restaurant sampling the local food and drink.! Everyone was having a fantastic time. At some point in the evening, probably after too many beverages, one of my co-workers and good friends, K., came up with the following mantra to help me remember where the stresses were for each word.! We said it all night. And laughed all night. I’ve included photos from that evening’s festivities.!

You might wonder why these particular words were so important to me. Well arandano or cranberry is necessary to mix with vodka 🙂 As for sudando or sweating, I mean really. I was living close to the equator – it was pretty frickin’ hot.! And Valladolid is a city in the southeastern part of the Yucatán that I always wanted to visit. But never got around to seeing while I lived in Mexico.

at Clandestino

at Clandestino

Yesterday, I saw on facebook that my friend K., of above mantra fame, had gone to Valladolid with her boyfriend. She had posted beautiful pictures of her trip.! So I commented on her photo collage with the above mantra. She replied back “Jaja Rose…I do remember our spanish lessons..send you hugs.” Ahhh memories 🙂

Dos Equis diecinueve

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courtesy of dosequis.com

Feliz lunes..!! Happy Monday..!! I hope everyone enjoyed their weekend 🙂 We had a pretty horrible winter in Chicago this year. And the summer has unfortunately been pretty cold with fall type weather. However, the last few days have alternated between thunderstorms and super hot and muggy. It’s enough to make a girl run away to playa.!! Especially after seeing one of her good friends in Mexico post a bunch of photos having fun around town.!! Thanks C..!! No really, I mean it.! jajaja

And of course, then there was the latest report that this coming winter is going to be pretty cold too. Geesh.! The fun never ends.! As for my weekend, it was a blur. Though I did catch up with old friends on the phone 🙂 And there was a chocolate birthday cake for dessert for a new friend. So not too shabby. Maybe when I’m feeling better, I will try and paint the town red while avoiding really bad pick-up lines.! jajaja.. In this week’s Dos Equis’ commericial, the Most Interesting Man in the World gives us his opinion on pick-up lines. I think I would have to agree with him.!! Enjoy.! Y salud.!!

recuerdame…

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Sometimes life is full of promise. And sometimes, life is empty. One minute, you’re making beautiful plans and the next minute, those plans are moot. I’ve had that type of month. This song by Marc Anthony called “Recuerdame/Remember Me” encompasses how I have felt this month. As if a tormenta (tornado/storm) came into my life and ripped apart all of my future hopes and dreams like it did for the couple in our video. I’ve only included the English translation of the song. Enjoy…

Remember Me
La Quinta Estacion A Dueto Con Marc Anthony

“Remember me while you sleep and I am guessing what you’re dreaming
when away from our bed, it’s me who you are thinking about.
Remember me

Remember me when you leave and don’t come home
when the cold and the sadness come together and embrace you
Remember me.

Remember me when you look into the eyes of the past
when I’m no longer in your arms at dawn
and that you’re invisible to me, to me.

Remember me loving you
looking into your eyes
tied to your life
remember me loving you
waiting for you patiently
without reservation without end
remember me, remember me
that my soul was tattooed on your skin

Remember me when you feel that your soul is restless
If desire and your love do not excite me

Remember me when you look into the eyes of the past
when I’m no longer in your arms at dawn
and that you’re invisible to me, to me.

Remember me loving you
looking into your eyes
tied to your life
remember me loving you
waiting for you patiently
without reservation without end
remember me, remember me
that my soul is tattooed on your skin”

Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/node/98628#ixzz3BHSc1EUV

Do you speak Spanglish?

Please check out this blog post from the Friendly Spanish Blog.!! This particular post resonates with me deeply because I’ve been doing it for years and I had no idea there was a name for it.!!! It’s called code switching and happens when a bilingual person switches between two languages in the same conversation.! Since Croatian is my first language, I have been doing this for years with other Croatian-Americans switching back and forth between Croatian and English. Sometimes I would switch because I was lazy and didn’t know the word. But oftentimes, I would switch because one language had a word or phrase that better expressed what I was trying to convey.

Strangely enough, I did this in Mexico too.!! Everytime, I learned a new word or phrase in Spanish, I would incorporate it into my daily existence mixed with English. Sometimes, people would make fun of me, but it turns out it’s the best way to learn a language and have it stick.!! While working in Mexico, I met a Mexican girl who spoke English and was dating a Serbian boy so she spoke Serbo-Croatian.!! Talk about code switching in three different languages.!!! I was in heaven 🙂 Enjoy the post.!!

Friendly Spanish Blog

The USA is frequently cited as the world’s great ‘melting pot’, having welcomed an unmatched diversity of immigrant communities over the last few centuries. The contemporary patterns of immigration are thoroughly dominated by the Hispanic or Latino communities, which constitute the fastest growing ethnic group in the states, steadily approaching 20% of the population. These groups are especially concentrated in Southern California, Florida, Texas, New Mexico, and major cities all over America. Within this huge community there is a complex range of nationalities, races and cultures. Mexicans make up 34.5 million alone, but Cubans, Puerto Ricans, Salvadorans, Dominicans and Guatemalans all count at least one million. Obviously, the key unifying factor here is the Spanish language, which not only exerts a powerful linguistic presence in its own right, but has also intermingled with English to create a fascinating and dynamic phenomenon: Spanglish.

Spanglish in action Spanglish in action. Source: languagetrainers.co.uk

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Dos Equis dieciocho

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courtesy of dosequis.com

Feliz lunes.! Happy Monday.! I hope everyone’s weekend was delightful and/or restful.! I was originally going to go to Detroit for the weekend and hang out with friends, but life got in the way. Oh well, I promised myself I would get there before the summer is officially over 🙂 In the meantime, I had some down time and took care of myself because it’s been a very stressful summer for me. My Facebook post from today –

I used to sleep unencumbered.
Wrapped in a blanket of security…
My head resting on a pillow filled with comfort.
My tranquil dreams spoke to me of a carefree existence filled with love.

Now my sleep is ravaged as I lie awake night after night.
My limbs constrained by my blanket of vulnerability…
While my head finds no serenity on my empty pillow.
My nightmares chase me and taunt me while giving me no reprieve.

And yet, through all the anxiety and uncertainty…
I feel more confident because I have survived.
I laugh more because I refuse to cry more.
My instincts are razor sharp because they have embraced ambiguity.
And funny enough, I look better because I’m actually living.

I’m hoping for a better week.!! For us all.!! On a lighter note, I have this week’s Dos Equis’ commercial. The Most Interesting Man in the World was asked his opinion on bromances.!! jajaja… You know like Ben Affleck/Matt Damon or George Clooney/Brad Pitt. I get the feeling his answer won’t surprise any of you 🙂 Enjoy.! Y salud.!!

if you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring on it…

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courtesy of ijpr.org

Honestly, I don’t know how to begin this blog post. This particular post idea has been neatly collecting dust in my draft pile for over a year now. Everytime, I start to write my thoughts on the topic – I reshelve the post and pick up an easier topic. I think part of my reticence in writing the post deals with unanswered feelings and questions I have personally about the topic of marriage and psuedo-marriage. That in and of itself could be a whole another blog.!! But today I am going to get through this post – I promise. I apologize in advance for the muddiness of it all.

So, I should first mention that I have never been married. Which is quite an accomplishment considering my advanced years.!! lol…. I guess there was always a part of me that feared commitment. Or truthfully, feared a loss of autonomy. I crave freedom and independence the way other people crave coffee and doughnuts. Oh wait, I crave that too.!!  But you get the point.  Then, of course, there is the part of me that believes in romantic soulmate love. Which according to the latest reports is a recipe for disaster.! People who see relationships as journeys fare way better in relationships. So that’s strike one and two against me. Geesh, can’t a girl get a break.?!

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courtesy of deviantart.com

But how does all this relate to Mexico.? Well for starters, culture shock. They say that when you move to a foreign country, at some point you experience an event or custom that sends you reeling. I assumed this was never going to happen to me in Mexico because I was so in love with the country.! Or if it did, it would involve some weird food group. Wrong.!! And the arena where I experienced my shock….drum roll please – marriage.! Or in this instance, psuedo-marriage. Of course, this might have something to do with the fact that I found out my first novio in Mexico (the bad one) had a “wife” or an “esposa“.

I used air quotes because they technically weren’t married…not by the church nor by the courts. Though funny enough, I recently heard they did get officially married. But, I digress, back to my story. In Mexico, it is customary to refer to the person you are living with as your esposo/esposa. So while my American friends, J. and C. live together and call themselves boyfriend and girlfriend. All of our Mexican friends refer to them as husband and wife. This naming rule also applies to the person who is the father or mother of your child even if you are not married or living together.! What the what.?!?

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courtesy of deviantart.com

I have to admit this shocked me at first. There was a long period of time that whenever someone referred to their esposo/esposa, I would actually ask them if they were officially married. Somehow to me that seemed to make a difference.! Apparently, I needed to categorize the distinction in my head like some sort of marriage police. I often wondered why they just didn’t make the relationship official.! In hindsight, I feel like I was exceptionally rude. Like I said, I’m sure my earlier emotions were colored by the “esposa” revelation from bad novio number one. But still, I was raised better.

The irony is that when I returned back to the United States, I experienced reverse culture shock. Not so much through marriages, I have to admit that in my inner sanctum, friends and family typically get married after a certain length of time or break-up. But they always get married if there are children involved. My culture shock was directed at the greater society as a whole. I have never liked the terms babymama and babydaddy. I know they were created to give a symbolic importance to the person who is the father or mother of your child especially when you are not married. But just like my sister, who would throw things at her husband when he would jokingly call her that euphemism – I’m not fond of it.

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courtesy of lace and lilies on facebook.com

And that’s when I had my epiphany about the Mexican custom of calling a significant other esposo/esposa. The title was meant to convey respect. End of story. You chose to live with this person and pay your bills together and eat your meals together – they deserved respect. You chose to make this person the father or mother of your child whether you live together or not – they deserved respect. The revelation hit me so hard – I was speechless for days. Believe me, it’s hard for me to be at a loss for words.

It was always about respect. I had missed the whole point while I was living in Mexico, I’m ashamed to admit. But I’m very pleased that I only showed up late rather than never understanding at all. In fact, I wish we had more of this type of respect here in the states. With that thought, I leave you with one of my least favorite Beyonce songs – “All the Single Ladies”. Every single one of my friends will tell you that I have continuously refused to sing this song or dance to it either. I have walked off dance floors believe you me.!! But I think it’s appropriate for today’s post because all Beyonce wants and the rest of us single ladies (single guys too) is respect. Hasn’t anyone listened to Aretha Franklin’s song.?!