My own exposure to the Spanish language has been primarily with folks from Mexico, Puerto Rico, Cuba and a handful of other South and Central American countries. I’ve always found it to be hurried and harsh. Almost vulgar. Until last night.
Well, I’ve never been to Spain, and can only recall ever meeting one person from Spain. He was an exchange student in my high-school physics class. There is no memory in that cave on top of my shoulders of him speaking Spanish. But last night, through the miracle of the intarweb, I watched “Pan’s Labyrinth” – a wonderful, lyrical, beautifully composed and masterfully exposed film. And I had a bit of a revelation. Spanish, when spoken by the Spanish, is a very nice language to listen to.
Oh, and Maribel Verdú is smokin’ hot.