This morning, I woke up at 6:00 AM. I mean, right on the dot 6:00 AM.
As I was falling back asleep, the phone rang. Worried, I jumped out of bed and grabbed it on the third ring.
This is what I love about living in Chicago. Every once in a while, I have to dig deep into my memory and try to salvage what little Spanish remains between my ears. I think I got the grammar right. Sort of.
The woman called back after a few minutes, once again asking for an "Arturo." Finally, I ended up telling her she had the wrong number in English… that seemed to convince her.
