Precerpt from My 20th Language: L3 Spanish - Puerto Rico
Puerto Rico The first time I got a chance to experience Spanish in its native environment was when my Army reserve unit was sent to Puerto Rico to fill in for a group of soldiers who had been shot in separatist activity (this was the 1980s, and there was some friction there). I was able to use Spanish everywhere I went, and my proficiency shot way up. What had been latent – quite a lot—quickly became active. Most places I went did not expect me to speak English even though Puerto Rico is completely bilingual. My skin tanned up nicely since I was working night shift and spending days in the sun where the dollop of Native American blood in my body took over and protected me from burning. Whenever I went somewhere to eat with my unit, most of the soldiers being white as white can be, the reaction from the wait staff was pretty funny. “What would you like?” they would ask my buddies. “Que quiere?” they would ask me, assuming that I was a Spanish speaker, given my browning-up-nicel...