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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Food Find in Newport

(first, let me apologize for the dearth of entries. I can update my blog with text-only entries via e-mail, allowing me to compose them off-line. But so far, I haven't found a way to compose entries with photos while off-line and I don't always want to spend a whole bunch of time hogging one of the only 2 broadband hook-ups at the marina. I composed this entry at the library. Anyway, if I ever figure out a way or another blog site that allows off-line composition, I should get a little better about updates. Until then, on with the story...)

Food find in Newport:

Who knew? Right here in Newport there are at least a couple of food finds that rival what we've read about in less-industrialized countries for price and quality. Lulu found out about one of these quite by accident. Last week, while doing some laundry, she got to talking with some guy in the laundry room who told her about this really good deal on lunch at someplace called "The Sword Shop" in Aquarium Village. Now, Aquarium Village is a short walk from the marina but we've pretty much ignored it. It's full of kitschy little tourist shops and looks like a low rent theme park.

Somewhere in this mess there was supposedly a place called "The Sword Shop" that supposedly served a lunch consisting of a salad, an entree, a small drink and dessert for $3.00. Now 'm not usually a skeptic (okay, yes I am) but c'mon, the SWORD Shop? Three bucks? This had to be investigated. So, one beautiful day this week Lulu and I wandered over. We were tempted to wear Groucho glasses & nose disguises in case anyone we knew saw us wandering around Aquarium Village. But, it being mid-week we figured we were pretty safe.

Well, we found the Sword Shop and looked through the windows. Looked like a shop that sold swords to us. No food in sight. So we wandered around the corner. The pink and blue place in the photo is a place called Screme's Deli. It's actually also the back entrance to the Sword Shop. Inside we found a few small tables full of apparently happy eaters. The staff was bustling back and forth between the kitchen and the dining area. We checked out the signage and the deal is that every day the deli serves a lunch. Just the one lunch, no choices. If it's what you want, great, if not, come back tomorrow. The lunch consists of a green salad, an entree and a dessert as well as a small (12 oz.) drink. And, yes, it does cost only $3.00. They serve from 11:30 to 1:30, if memory serves. The entree the day we tried them out was a pork chop and baked potato:

It was really good. The pork chop was nicely seasoned and very tender. The spud was baked to perfection and had real butter as well as sour cream
if you wanted it. The salad was good and about the same size you always get as a dinner salad. Since there was just the one entree, service was virtually immediate.

For dessert they offered these humongous homemade (okay, deli-made) cookies. They had at least three varieties that I noticed but there may have been more. I had a chocolate chocolate chip one and Lulu had a sugar cookie:

And all this just a hop, skip and a jump from the boat. We haven't been back yet but we will be. And maybe while we're there we can pick up a sword or two

Friday, February 5, 2010

Learning Spanish

Since Lulu and I plan to spend many, many years in Mexico and Central
America, it would be silly not to try to speak the local language.
Granted that in most of the towns that cruising sailors frequent much
of the population speaks very good English, but still there will be
the occasional villages where no one speaks English. Besides, it just
seems right to be able to converse with the locals in their own
tongue. Toward this goal, we have taken quite a number of Spanish
classes over the years. Of course we both had high school or junior
high school Spanish but that was a really long time ago. I was,
however, amazed at how much of it came back to me when I first started
attending some weekly brown bag Spanish lessons at work a number of
years ago. We also attended some evening Conversational Spanish
classes put on by the community college at Silverton High School. Our
big plunge was when we celebrated our 25th anniversary (back in 2002
in case you're curious) by spending 3 weeks in La Paz, Baja California
Sur, attending a Spanish immersion school. The idea was to live with
a local family and attend class for 4 hours a day. The rest of the
day would be spent visiting with your host family (en español, por
supuesto) as well as seeing the local sights. We dutifully attended
class every morning and tried to converse with our hosts, Antonio and
Cecelia in Spanish. Trouble was, our Spanish was so bad and their
English was so good and we genuinely liked each other. So, unless we
wanted to talk endlessly about how good Cecelia's cooking was (and it
really was) or what funny guy Antonio was (and he really was), we
naturally reverted to English. Made for a great visit but we didn't
learn an awful lot of Spanish. And, I must add, this was entirely our
fault. Antonio and Cecelia (ESPECIALLY Cecelia) really tried.

So, we were really pleased when Rosemary, one of my Aquarium shift-
mates, told us about a Spanish class she was taking at the local
Centro de Ayuda (Help Center) on Thursday evenings. I stopped by the
center and talked to Jorge about joining the class. He told me that
it's a sort of "survival Spanish" class. He strives to teach us
enough to be understood and, more importantly, to understand what
we're hearing, but doesn't delve deeply into the grammar rules, etc.
We went to our second session last night and this looks like it's
going to be a very helpful class. I'm not sure when the sessions
started but we're definitely not counting, or learning our colors or
even conjugating verbs except as needed to understand what we're
reading or to get our point across when saying something. Jorge's
emphasis is on trying to train our ears to hear Spanish. If you've
ever taken a Spanish class and then tuned in to a Mexican radio
station or eavesdropped on a conversation in Spanish, you know how
hard this can be. You pick up the occasional word that you're
familiar with but the rest just seems to run together. Don't blame it
on "they speak too fast". Think about how fast you speak English.
Probably doesn't seem fast to you but try slowing it down to
the word by word speed that you want to
hear Spanish spoken in so that you can
understand it. The problem is that we're just not used to
hearing the sounds and identifying them as words. This takes
practice. Can't remember for sure what Jorge said last night but it
was something like several hundred hours of listening was required
before you start to get good at it. He sent us home with a CD full of
a bunch of stories told in Spanish and they're not all told by
Mexicans. There are also speakers from Spain, Colombia, Venezuela,
Cuba, etc. so that we can get used to the different accents. Methinks
this is going to be good. The library also carries lots of foreign
language movies. I checked out a Cuban movie called "Hello,
Hemingway" to start. I think we'll try watching it (in Spanish) with
the Spanish subtitles turned on so that we can start to associate the
sounds with the words, although that may not be the right way to go.
The CD that Jorge passed out also contains pdf files of the stories
but he advised us against printing them out yet so maybe we should
just watch the movie w/o subtitles and see how it goes.

Our inspirations that keep us going include our nephew Jaxon and our
friends Jason and Deanna. Jaxon, armed only with a little bit of high
school Spanish, spent a year of high school in Spain. He was
surrounded by non-English speakers and was expected to do all the same
stuff that the local high school kids did (homework, tests, contribute
in class, converse with his host family, etc). He has told us that
after a certain period of time (can't remember how long he said for
sure) things just sort of "clicked in" and everything he'd been taught
suddenly made sense and he began to gain fluency. Jason and Deanna
met in Texas while they were both on a mission for the LDS church.
They spent their days proselytizing to the Spanish-speaking community
in a small Texas town. The LDS church has developed some very
impressive language-teaching techniques judging from what I've seen of
some of their returned missionaries. I don't know how much Spanish
either Jason or Deanna had taken in high school. We didn't know Jason
then but we knew Deanna and I don't remember her taking much, if any,
high school Spanish. Armed with their 6 week (or so) LDS class they
hit the streets. By the time they returned they were both quite fluent.

Besides our other resources, a boater we met on "A" dock loaned us a
copy of "Spanish for Cruisers". We'll definitely have to get our own
copy. You can spend a lot of time learning to speak Spanish and still
be caught short when you go to the local repair shop and have to ask
for a "packing gland" or a "glow plug" or you need repairs made on
your "working jib". Kathy Parsons has gathered all of these
specialized words together along with a bunch of essential phrases and
such into a nice little spiral-bound book that looks to me like a must-
have for sailors cruising in Latin America. We're also going to each
get a little electronic Spanish/English dictionary to carry with us.
They're cheap and small. They wouldn't be very useful for trying to
form a sentence in any kind of reasonable time, but we're hoping
they'll be useful for coming up with the occasional word that we need
to finish a thought. And they're easier to use than carrying around
an actual bound dictionary.

So, wish us luck and hasta luego.

PS: I'm also sending a copy of this to Antonio y Cecelia, so this last
part is just so they'll know who the heck this e-mail is from:

Hola Antonio y Cecelia. Es Lulu y Esteban. Esperamos a ver ustedes
en noviembre o deciembre cuando nos visitamos La Paz en nuestra yate.
Si quieren, leen nuestra blog a http://yodersafloat.blogspot.com .
Hasta la vista.