Apr 23
6 min read
My Retirement Diary: Learning Spanish but Being Afraid to Speak It
It all started in a butcher shop — una carniceria — in Nuevo Arenal, Costa Rica. I knew that “carniceria” meant butcher shop. I went in to buy three pounds of high-fat ground beef to be used in a dinner I planned to cook for my traveling companions. I had Costa Rican currency in my pocket, various ground meats in front of me, and a butcher wanting to do business. But we…
