Córdoba

Paco made us memorize a poem. We were going to have to present it to the class the next Monday. So I started memorizing. If you ever thought memorizing poetry was difficult, now try it in another language. Quite comical I might add.

I kept repeating the first lines over and over "Córdoba, Lejana y Sóla. Córdoba, Lejana y Sóla. Córdoba, Lejana y Sóla."

When I felt like I knew the whole thing, I went to the living room to ask my Madre if I could say it aloud to her. She sat and listened. Corrected me every line. She would tell me to repeat it. Again. She would. Again. Again. We did this forever. Meanwhile, Fuen sat next to us, watching TV and ignoring us to the best of her abilities.

Finally, as I thought I was sure I knew it, I asked Fuen to listen to me say it one final time. She just said no. She wanted to watch television. haha At least she was honest.

I was first to say it in class (not my choosing, thanks Paco) and thought I did a pretty good job. Although, Christy did prompt me twice.