I was in Pizzeria Napoles, picking up some empanadas for lunch yesterday when a couple of the staff (there are at least 12 of them in there) motioned for me to come over...
"What did you think of the world cup,"
"Terrible," I said.
"What about Stoichkof?"
"erm... which country does he play for?"
"Ukraine. Aren't you Ukranian?"
"No I'm Irish."

Much smacking of foreheads and "I told you's" later they started grilling me about the difference in language between San Francisco and Ireland... then England....

I'm happy about this because the whole thing was in rapid fire Spanish and I could understand maybe 50% of the words, and most of the context...

They really liked it when I managed to dig a pound coin out of my bag and that went for a tour of the Pizzeria with an exclamation of "look, un libre de inglaterra."

Oh and the empanadas from this place.... mmmmmmmm, warmed up in the wood pizza oven... mmmmmm
  ¶ 3:33 PM