On one of our walks, we passed a Mexican family and I stopped to chat with them. N was stunned because my normal reaction to running across people is that of annoyance. It’s weird how happy I feel about meeting Spanish-speakers. It’s the same as most immigrants feel when meeting people who speak their own language. I feel so comfortable and at home that it makes my whole day. And it was the same when I was starting to learn Spanish and didn’t even understand much of what was being said.
I never had a serious Spanish-speaking boyfriend, though. The cultural differences are too strong. I don’t think I could have ended up with anybody but a fellow Soviet person.