There’s this book store I visit every time I’m in Moscow. Very centrally located, easy to get to. Extremely difficult to leave. Quite often I find myself being dragged out of it.
A couple of weeks ago when my mom was about to leave for Moscow I asked her if she would have time to go to that store and maybe buy some Spanish dictionaries and self-teaching books for me.
This morning my mom was finishing her Moscow - Warsaw - Kalisz twentysomething hours train journey. I texted her asking how it was going. Guess what? I got a reply in Spanish, and then a mixed Polish/Spanish(/lack of Cyrillic on both our mobiles) conversation ensued!!! Some of the messages were extremely amusingly transliterated and it was very heart-warming and funny. Did I mention my mom generally only
speaks spoke two languages: Russian and Polish, though she would only admit speaking Russian and bad Polish?
¡Mamá, eres estupenda!