The Misadventures of a Minnesotan

You are walking down the street and two police officers slow down their vehicle to call out "te quiero"

How strange to be living in a foreign country again. How much trouble can I get into here? We’ll see…

Ok, so small town girl meets big city…My trip started off well enough, in NYC I met a women (who I sat with on the flight to Panama) from Venezuala.  She was a total entrepreneur and we passed the time deciding how best I could make a living in South America. She proposed English/Dance classes where I would teach the some sort of combo English and hip-hop or salsa  lessons. I however was thinking more practically along the lines of flip-cup/English lessons.  Really it is an ideal situation if you think about it for a variety of reasons:

1. Alcohol loosens up your tongue so you are better able to make use of it (in terms of language pronunciation of course)

2. Competition promotes a feeling of cameraderie among teammates that would make them more comfortable speaking. 

3. All players must speak in English and they would learn one of the most important things in any language how to insult and talk trash to others.  I tell you my genius just doesn’t stop. Really like I said an ideal situation.