México: Live it, Love it


Little did I know that during one of my earliest trips to a tendejón (small family owned store) in the Yucatan Peninsula that dropping a coin on the floor would open the door to the complicated world of speaking Spanish in the region. Putting a pause to paying the young man behind the counter I got on the floor to look for it and our dialogue went as such:

Owner: ¿Lo buscate, joven?

Me:       [ pondering in my head why he would be asking if I looked for it. Is it not obvious that I am in the process of doing such? Everybody knows that ‘buscar’ means to look for.]  Ah, sí, lo encontré!

Owner:  [laughing and realizing that I learned Spanish outside of the Peninsula] Qué bueno que lo buscate.  Aquí decimos lo busqué… no encontré.

So, with this conversation the language I had learned in first year Spanish in high…

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