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Its been almost 3 years since I moved here. So you would think my Spanish is quite good, wouldn’t you?

Actually, I speak Spanish, I read Spanish, I sing in Spanish, sometimes I even dream in Spanish. I am getting more fluent every day, trying my best to fit in the typical often used Argentine words like ‘viste?!’ ‘Miravos!’ ‘En serio?!’ ‘Ya está!’ But I am not advanced enough to put an ‘este’ between every 6 words nor do I use ‘Che’ or ‘Ni en Pedo!’  yet.

I go to school in Spanish and know the photography-terms in Spanish and not in English nor in Flemish. I call the girls chicas even though they all speak English with each other. I order in Spanish when I am abroad. I always say vamos instead of let’s go and que? to show my unbelief. Spanish has definitely become a part of my life.

Yes, I am quite pleased with my improvements. Or rather, I was.

This week classes resumed after an extended winterbreak. A new teacher enters the class and starts reading the names of the students.

“Julieta?”

“Acá!”

“Maria Sol?”

“Acá”

“Katti?”

“Acá”

the teacher raises her head and looks at me,

“De donde sos?”

I blink. Ya está! I say one word –acá- and I already blow my cover?

I look at my classmates and make the ‘what the heck’-sign, (swipe the back of your hand over you under-chin) and they smile and nod. Yes, it is that obvious. Hmmm. It seems like there is still a lot of work to be done. It looks like I will have to stay another couple of years, at least! Yes!