A daughter of one of US Presidents took courses in Spanish at the department where I later studied. This is a story her language instructor shared with us.
One of the assignments in the course was for each student to prepare a presentation on a country that the US had invaded (which I think is a very stupid kind of assignment, both intellectually and linguistically, but whatever.) The President’s daughter was assigned a small Caribbean country of Granada.
On the day of the presentation, she decorated the board with beautiful pictures and started narrating.
“Granada is a city in Andalucia, Spain, located at the foot of the Sierra Nevada mountains. . .”
“Wait,” the instructor said, “I understand that you are closer than I am to the place where the decisions to invade are made. As far as I know, though, Granada has never been invaded by the US. Unless there is
some news you want to break to us here. . .”
P.S. Whether the story is true or not, I want to mention that I think the instructor behaved like an asshole here. I would never treat a student this way, no matter how many grievances I might have against her parents.
P.P.S. I really want to travel to Grenada for the spices. They have the best nutmeg on the planet.