life: July 2003 Archives
My spanish skills are apparently more rusty than I realized. I was driving to Ganado Saturday morning and decided to pick up some breakfast tacos on the way. I wanted to hit Mr. Taco in Lockhart, but figured I'd get there right as they stopped serving breakfast.
I pulled into Porfirio's Tacos on 183 across from Bergstrom in a pretty good mood. Good enough that I wanted to wish the guy at the counter a good morning. Which I did by saying "buenos noches!". I didn't realize my error until getting back into my car.
To all my spanish teachers, both high school and college, I apologize. To all spanish speakers, whenever you meet the gringo that can't tell night from day, it's probably me.