Spanish Woes

Fio is still searching for a Spanish language program that suits her.  She tried Duolingo, but it was too slow and repetitive for her, and it never explained errors. Then she tried Babbel, but it was obviously continental Spanish instead of Mexican Spanish, and Fio isn't interested in being hoity-toity. She looked at Michel Thomas too, but ran into la problema misma.  Maybe Mango or Rosetta Stone will work, but Fio needs a break right now.
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Okay, Univision, donde esta mi telenovela La Doble Vida de Estela Carrillo? Fiorella settled down in front of the TV at 8:00 last night, and Joseph of Egypt came on, which irritated the heck out of her because on the previous night, Estela had made friends with an old enemy and was pumping her for information so Fio was expecting a bombshell last night.
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It all would have been much simpler if Fio had taken Spanish in high school, but she went Latin all the way, then added in Russian, German, and Telugu in grad school, all of which went down the drain from lack of use

To Spanish or Not to Spanish

Husband is tucked away upstairs for the night so Fio has parked herself on the couch to watch La Doble Vida de Estela Carrillo--but there's some dumb awards show on instead. GRRRR!
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Fiorella can translate written Spanish better now, but she hasn't made much progress with the spoken language. It's a matter of not having anyone to practice with.
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Strangely enough, trying to learn Spanish has triggered Fio's long-forgotten Russian again. She keeps saying things like myedlenuh, puhzhaulsta (slower, please) or deliberately combining the languages, like gdyeh estan mis pildoras (where are my pills?), which makes her laugh. But then as Husband has always said, Fio is easily amused.
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Fio is looking at the awards show screen now. Good grief. The "dress" that Mexican cantante is almost wearing looks like a single layer of some ultra-shear semi-fabric. Fio knows that's show biz, but she'd like to see more taste and less skin, more elegance and less "I've gone about as far as I can go." Has it ever dawned on anyone that the end of extreme has been breached and the only outfit that would be different enough now to draw everyone's attention is a something simple and in good taste?
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Fiorella has learned a lot about the Mexican-American music industry from La Doble Vida. And about being undocumented. And about drug lords and crooked politicians. Yep, it's cup runneth over.