I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you that here in San Diego (just north of the border), we have several television stations in Spanish. I am writing to tell you that you have not seen Rocky Balboa in his full glory until you have seen the Spanish-speaking Rocky plead with Adrienne in an emotionally-stirring scene.
I have noticed that on any given day at the playground you may hear five different languages over the course of an hour. Yesterday in Pilates I met a women from Yugoslavia, Canada, and Japan. At the grocery store, the friendly cashier was from Russia until a few years ago. A woman posting a sign on the bulletin board this morning was from England initially, but she now calls this home after 16 years. Even the aisles of the grocery store seem to more ethnic than other places I have lived, and I am so excited to benefit from such exposure to the world around me...all in San Diego.
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Pilates...You are the quintessential San Diego girl.
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