“Muy motivado!” As I finish my second Spanish lesson, my teacher said this. I didn’t know what she was saying and asked for clarification. “Very motivated,” she said with a sense of thanks. This seemed to be given warmly, and it was warmly received. I again, leave the school grinning ear-to-ear.
Tonight we decide to venture out and try dinner here in Las Palmas. With the convenience of the SuperDino on the block, and just-eat.es we hadn’t needed or wanted to go out. The one obstacle to warm food delivered right to your door in a foreign location is the language barrier but with google translate all is normalized. Since we will be here a month, we cannot spend a great deal on food and eating out every single night would quickly rack that up. By ordering delivery, we can get 2-3 meals for the one we order, plus it allows us to be lazy and me to relax after work.
My mother had already decided where she wanted to eat tonight, scouting this place out on her earlier walk, Restaurante Bella Lucía. I think she picked it because she easily found a menu in English. I have told her about paella that if there was a national dish of Spain that would be it and that she does not have a choice in trying it. Since this was displayed on their sign outside, I decided that is what we will get and she obliged. I stumble through Spanish and figure out that the paella is mixed, with chicken and fish. Having menus in English does not guarantee English speaking waiters, we quickly come to realize. “Is calamari squid?” “Yes mother, you like it fried.” “Oh, ok, yeah.” I can tell by her questions and comments that she is not thrilled to be having paella. “I guess it takes a long time to make?” I recall from my cooking class this past August in Madrid and explain the entire process. Good paella does takes some time to make, and it is a delicate process. “The yellow comes from saffron, expect some people replace it with things like turmeric because it is cheaper” I tell her. Her rebuttal, “Saffron is burnt butter right?”. It takes me a minute to process her query. It is my mother, and I will make fun of her for this question, but before doing so, I have to make sure she was serious with that question. She is really asking me this? She was. She is convinced that saffron is some sort of special butter.
I was quite pleased with the dinner, but my mother’s review, “It is alright, I am just not much of a rice person.”