I had been wanting to try some sweet Mexican chocolate, so I stopped this evening at a mercado a few blocks from where I live, figuring they were much more likely to have it than our usual supermarket.
I asked the young lady behind the counter if they had Mexican chocolate bars, Taza or any other.
She looked at me blankly and said, "No hablo ingles."
So I asked, "Does anyone here speak English?"
And she replied, "No."
There were at least 5 people working there, stocking shelves and so forth, and there was a small restaurant-type area in the back with two cooks and half a dozen people sitting at tables, eating.
I said, "No English?"
And she again said no. Then she got out her cell phone, started the Google translate app, and handed me the phone. I typed in "Mexican chocolate bar." She looked at the translation, then called out for someone named Miguel, asking him about it. He came up front and said no - "Lo siento, no."
So no sweet Mexican chocolate tonight. And I'm amazed that apparently there is a completely foreign world just blocks from me.
I asked the young lady behind the counter if they had Mexican chocolate bars, Taza or any other.
She looked at me blankly and said, "No hablo ingles."
So I asked, "Does anyone here speak English?"
And she replied, "No."
There were at least 5 people working there, stocking shelves and so forth, and there was a small restaurant-type area in the back with two cooks and half a dozen people sitting at tables, eating.
I said, "No English?"
And she again said no. Then she got out her cell phone, started the Google translate app, and handed me the phone. I typed in "Mexican chocolate bar." She looked at the translation, then called out for someone named Miguel, asking him about it. He came up front and said no - "Lo siento, no."
So no sweet Mexican chocolate tonight. And I'm amazed that apparently there is a completely foreign world just blocks from me.
John