Si, Soy de Nueva York

When in each other’s company, Guillermo and I do much talking about politics and art, we banter and laugh and sometimes make fools of ourselves, preferably in public. And today, as we carried on at lunch, an English man sitting at the next table turned to me and, responding to my accent said, “I thought I was in Spain, and now I think I’m in bloody New York!”

I told him he couldn’t possibly have known where I was from based on how I spoke, and he replied, “Oh yes love, you’re ALL New York!”