No, no soy mexicana, sino filipina.

Pero me gustan las margaritas.

(Translation: No, I'm not Mexican; I'm Filipina. But I do like margaritas.)

Some updates: #19 Learn CPR -- check! I now know what to do if you're choking or if your heart stops working. Though I hope I never have to use it because a) did you know you have to take off every piece of clothing on the person's upper body before performing CPR? Invasive, much? And b) well it's always nice when people stay healthy.

In all seriousness, I learned a lot of very useful information. I recommend taking a class.

I'm still working on mi espanol, trying to do at least a chapter a day, but honestly it doesn't feel like enough. I missed a free Spanish conversation class at the public library today because of a work event. Though in my defense, I had a margarita, which is Spanish, si?

Me gustan mucho los burritos y free stuff

I took the first step to relearning Spanish by taking out some books from the public library. The last time I was in the New York Public Library was last summer. What exactly have I been reading for the past year? Oh right, women's magazines and the internet. Ah my brain.

Turns out they have Spanish conversation classes too! (Suck it, Rosetta Stone.) My broke self will forever be grateful to free public services like libraries and health clinics (Suck it, Tea Party).

Next class is in May, and EVERYTHING will be in Spanish, so I guess time to hit the books, and maybe tune in to Telemundo?