The chirpy Gringo lady in the cafe where I buy my coffee said to the pony tailed owner in very broken Spanish
ME---of Oregon---live here
AH, said the owner and continued in Spanish, and what part of Oregon are you from ?
This proved to be too much Spanish for the chirpy lady who just smiled and nodded her head, a little bewildered.
So I translated the question for her and she went off on a rant about the places in Oregon ably supported by mine owner of the cafe who really did know his stuff.
When her bill was settled and she was ready to leave she turned to me, slightly quizzical, and said what she must have thought to be the safest thing to say not knowing if I was a Gringo too, or just a very well spoken local
Hasta Luego ?
Is this what it has come to ? Chirpy little old ladies are not totally sure about me and where I fit in.
Must do something about that accent.