I was overwhelmed last night by Carlos, a Spanish speaker we had a drink with. Words per minute? A thousand? It was all just a blur and it had nothing to do with the Mojito. It reminded me of the Speedy Gonzales joke.
Speedy to his girlfriend: You’re going to love this, didn’t you?
Well, I think I’ve solved it, why everything is sped up.
It’s the siesta, isn’t it? A couple of hours’ snooze each day and they spend the rest of it trying to catch up.