I talk in my sleep to my first daughter. In my waking hours I talk many languages — with reckless abandon — with my other. To wit, a chat between us last night about my newly upcoming trip to Guatemala. Lulu: Maybe you can nip down and we can meet in Argentina? Oui? Don’t they speak French there? Non? Me: Oui. Parlent francaise. Moi aussi. Pero no hablo frances muy bien, pues necessito stay where […]
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