Tomorrow begins my Spanish study in earnest, but I´ve been able to pick up a few words in passing over the past four days. I seem to have a great deal of difficulty sticking new nouns firmly down into my brain enough that they hang on for more than a few minutes, especially when the word sounds enough like something I already know.
Friday was all about ¨resbaloso¨, slippery. We had a real gem of a guide in Semuc Champey and Lanquin, a diligent 18 year old who shepherded the 6 six of us through the series of rocky pools with infinite care and near-constant gentle warnings. The word was new to me, and my brain misfiled it on top of ¨venonoso¨, which caused a few little starts of disquiet every time I heard that the rocks were made of poison.
Resbaloso, venonoso, peligroso...I´m noticing a trend here, which is that every word I currently know which refers to something dangerous ends in, exactly, the Spanish word for ¨bear¨.
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