Last night I stopped by the restaurant I used to work at. (grammer check) I wanted to give an invite for my going away party to my friend Chata who's tending bar. She hugs me and introduces me to the bar line-up. Chata is amazing. One of my favorite people. She and I volley back and forth in Spanish. Well, her part in Spanish, mine comes and goes. She tells everyone I am "totally fluent." I tell them only in Bar Spanish.
"This is Kelley," She says, her accent surfaces when she says my name and it sounds like 'Cally,' "I'm so proud of her, she's going to Costa Rica with the Peace Corps." They nod and smile and one of them points to black braids touching just past my shoulders and tells me I remind him of Pocahantas. "That's a new one," I tell him. I chit chat while Chata works the room. Pooring drinks, calling customers by name with a sing-song familiarity. She tells them I'm saving the world. The guy next to me, introduces me to his buddy and says, "This girl's goin' to Puerto Rico with Green Peace!"
"Something like that," I grin.