By Johannes Springenseiss
“Family emergency?” my boss asked.
“Well, my uncle retired in Mexico years ago, and yesterday, I got a rather disturbing message.”
There was no emergency, of course. The message from my uncle was in Spanglish, and I thought canicula meant dog show. Lifelong puppy lover, I took five days off and flew to Guadalajara.
After several panic attacks, a major heatstroke, and two weeks in a Mexican hospital, they transferred me to San Diego. Turns out “canicula” means extreme heat in Mexican.
Now I am planning to embark on learning foreign languages as soon as my brain function resets to normal.
This was fun. I loved how a misunderstanding can lead to such problems.
That was funny! I love it!