no hablo español...

Today was our second day of spanish classes. Justin and I each get a private teacher for four hours a day. It´s overwhelming how much information we cover. All the teachers love Justin. Who knew that he could be so suave? I guess Spanish is his language.
It´s been nice to have him around though because there have been MANY situations where I am cowering in the corning trying to remember how important it is to remember the difference between saying "I am embarrassed" - estoy avergonzado and "I am pregnant"-  estoy embarazada, while Justin is swiftly bargaining to get our bananas at a lower price.
Yesterday I found that I am allergic to my Malaria medication. Thousands of tiny bumps all over my arms, hands, feet and chest. My spanish teacher noticed me scratching during the lesson and offered to help me find a remedy at the local farmacia. The entire way (half a block) she coached me on how to ask, "Necesito una  crema contra la picazón." When I walked up to the counter he had no idea what I was saying and my teacher had to say everything for me. Someday I will conquer this language, until then Justin will have to do all the talking...although today he accidentally ran into someone and said "Buenos Noches"  at 9 am.