Spanish Friday

I decided to participate in Spanish Friday over at Latinaish today!  I know yesterday I said I would vlog, but then I didn't put any make-up on today, and I didn't feel like broadcasting my plain old face.  HOWEVER, I did upload some pictures for you.  (Not of me.)

Cuando me casè con este Salvadoreño guapo tambien me casè con una cultura maravillosa.  Una cultura en que la gente me acceptan con los brazos abiertos y una plata llena de comida rica!

When I married this good-looking Salvadoran, I also married into a marvelous culture.  A culture in which the people accept me with open arms and a plate full of good food!

Hablando de comida, hoy fui con mi esposo a la unica pupuseria cerca de donde vivimos.  El otro dìa yo tratè de hacer pupusas para el y salieron algo mal.  Cuando uno va allà te hacen sentir como parte de la familia entonces me siento mal educada cuando no quito mi propio plato de la mesa.  Tienen ''En dios confiamos'' pintado en una de las paredes.  Los dueños del restaurante son una pareja bien amable.  El señor pica las verduras y lava los platos y la señora prepara toda la comida ella sola.  Parece que tienen unos setenta años pero allì estan trabajando juntos todos los dìas.

Speaking of food, today I went with my husband to the only 'pupuseria' near where we live.  The other day I tried to make pupusas for him, and they came out kind of bad.  When you go there they always make you feel like part of the family, and so I feel like I have bad manners when I don't clear my plate from the table.  They have ''En dios confiamos" (In God we trust) painted on one of the walls.  The owners of the restaurant are a very friendly couple.  The man cuts vegetables and washes dishes and the lady prepares all of the food by herself.  I think they're about seventy years old (maybe older...) but there they are, working together, every day.

Spanish Friday

Sooo I'm going out on a limb here and trying out Spanish Friday, which I found over at Latinaish.  This lady is like me.  White on the outside, brown on the inside.  (Lucky for you guys I haven't completely unleashed my insides on you......yet!)  And my Spanish isn't PERFECT yet, but I'm hoping this will help me get better.

So this is going to be in Spanish, but the English translation is down below for those of you that no comprenden ;)

Estaba leyendo el blog 'Latinaish' donde escribio una lista que se puede encontrar aqui --> You know you married a Salvadoran when... y tambien un post que hizo su esposo You know you married a gringa when.... Transluce las listas a espanol pa que las entendiera mi esposo.

Asi fue nuestro conversacion:

Cangri: Tal ves el sufre con esa mujer.

Yo: Y vos sufres conmigo?

Cangri: Pues no, ya me acostumbre.
Como pasas dos horas en el bano arreglando tu pelo, ya no me molesta tanto.

Yo: Pues ellos tienen mucho tiempo juntos.

Cangri: De seguro el sufro antes.  No creo que ella sabia cocinar comida Salvadorena cuando se casaron y el sufrio porque no tenia nada buena para comer.

Yo: No te gusta lo que te hago de comer?  No te lo comes entonces, espero que te mueras del hambre.

Cangri: No dije eso mi amor, a mi me gusta la comida que me haces, perdoname, si?


Mi pobre esposo.  Tiene tanto hambre que sigue comiendo la mierda que hago.  El piensa que estoy en dieta, pero la verdad, es que ni me gusta a mi.

Aaaaanndd in English:

I was reading the blog 'Latinaish' where she wrote a list that you can find here --> You know you married a Salvadoran when... as well as a post that here husband wrote here You know you married a gringa when.... I translated the lists into Spanish so that my husband could understand them.

Our conversation went like this:

Cangri: Maybe he suffers with that woman.

Me: Do you suffer with me?

Cangri: Not anymore, I already got used to it.
Like how you spend two hours doing your hair, it doesn't bother me that much anymore.

Me: Well they've been together for a long time.

Cangri: I'm sure he suffered before.  I don't think she could cook Salvadoran food when they got married, and he suffered because he didn't have anything good to eat.

Me: You don't like what I make?  Don't eat it then, I hope you die of hunger.

Cangri: I didn't say that, my love, I really like the food you make for me.  Forgive me.


My poor husband.  He's so hungry he keeps eating the shit that I make.  He thinks I'm on a diet, but the truth is, I don't even like what I make.


P.S. For the rest of you that participate in Spanish Friday, how do you type the letters with accents?  I used to have a list of them and how to do it, but I have no idea what happened to it.  Help!