Carlos hummed. “Damn the imperials trying to kill other languages,” he joked with a soft laugh. “Never give up – never surrender.” He chuckled and looked back out to the ocean. “I learned Spanish at home, even though we lived so far north from Mexico. I honestly can’t imagine going to a place where all the signs are in Spanish with English as a subtitle. And just about nobody speaks Spanish where my dad lives right now… though of course it has its usefulness.”
“I was under the impression there were a lot of Spanish speakers in the states, you don’t use it that often?” He looked a little surprised by that, the image he had of what America was really like seemed to be very different from what it actually was. “There are some places that are pretty Spanish-speaking though, yeah? Down by the Mexican border at least?”
“Oh yeah, there’s loads of Spanish-speakers in the U.S.,”
Carlos said. “I just mean right at the place where my dad lives – it’s a small
town and they’re predominantly English-speaking. But there’s Spanish-speaking
communities all over – even as far up as New York. I absolutely love going into a Latin-American Paneria whenever I can – You not only get good food and candy, but cheap too.”
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