Now as I had mentioned before, my days in high school spanish consisted mainly of either sleeping or playing copious amounts of gameboy. Had I actually relied my brain instead of my charm and dashing good looks to get A's, traveling around Spain would be sooooo much easier. So here's a funny story related to my pathetic spanish:

We had just driven into Sevilla from Granada, had found parking and was looking around for a hostel to stay in. Street signs in Spain are ridiculously hard to find, so I walked into a store to ask the store keeper what the name of the street was:

Me: "uhh....cual es....este....calle?" (What is this street?)
Him: "que?" (What?)
Me: "uhhhh.....este calle.....uhhh....nombre?" (This street.....name?)
Him: "que???" (What???)

This goes on for awhile. I get frustrated and he gets frustrated, and this is clearly going nowhere. We're about to leave when all of a sudden it hits me... he looks asian, and I just noticed that there was some chinese writing in his notebook...

Me: "ni hui shuo zhong wen ma?" (Do you speak chinese?)
Him: "hui" (yes)
Me: "YYYESSS!!!!"

And then we have a lovely chat where he gives us directions, sells us some stuff and we go on our merry way.

Thank god for immigrants!