I'M GOING TO COPENHAGEN!!

Vale. Okay. Bueno. Alright. THIS trip is not a trip like my others, where I learned a lot about their style of drinking or preferences for nightlife... going to Copenhagen (and getting accredited access to the Bella Center) wasn't something I could decide to do, although I certainly would if I could. I was FINALLY accepted to go and observe the upcoming Copenhagen Convention, where negotiations will take place to finalize the follow-up protocol to the Kyoto Protocol. I am more than thrilled to be going and have been doing nothing but reading up on the preceding meetings and news... so that if I get the unlikely GLIMPSE of a chance to speak with one of the world leaders, I won't embarrass my colleagues and will maintain composure whilst divulging my opinion on what percentages of CO2 emissions (gas invernadero, en español: since I've been multitasking my assignments and writing all of my spanish noticias about the Copenhagen Negotiations) are appropriate to cut for developing countries, and those for developed nations.

Shout out to my superwoman friend Ali Tutino who is on the other side of the world in Los Angeles, California protesting to ensure that Obama will appropriately represent the United States in the fight to stop Global Warming. I'll be the first to let you know how it goes, Al. I'll text you from the conference. bahaha.

Here's Ali doing her cool job and the link below is info you should know about why it's 65 degrees in New York in November. GLOBAL WARMING IS NOT A JOKE. lol, but seriously.

Spanglish & my other top 29 fav languages.

So I was at el duende the other day (Not sure which day because el duende is FOR SURE my McClaren’s of Spainßfor my favorite HIMYM watchers) and I got into a philosophical conversation with a german girl. To describe her as a “german girl” is probably a limited term, since she explained to me that she isn’t fluent in any language because she’s moved around so much (Russia, Germany, France, Spain…and somehow also speaks English). She was trying to convince me that people don’t think in words, they sense something and automatically desire something else without having to use words in their own head. I’m thinking… hmm youz crazy. But today… I’m starting to think that its possible… not to have a language of the mind limited by words. It’s hard for me to think only in English or Spanish anymore. Especially with Alejandra. Abuelita says that Alejandra and I would be able to understand each other no matter what language we spoke because we’re “igual”/the same. We speak spanglish, and it is my favorite language…at the moment.

Being here makes me wonder if I’m ever going to be satisfied with one language. I wish I had the sense of satisfaction that anyone in Espana has. My abuelitos here? I don’t know how to explain their relationship. I feel as if “love” here… is a form of deep respect, rather than passion. It’s new to me, but I hope to learn as much from their relationship as I do from my parents. Perfect means different things in different languages. Imagine being able to understand multiple kinds of perfect? I think it is incredibly important, almost essential, if you want to become a good international negotiator.

Speaking of which….