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Nobody knows the Spanish I speak

By Cliff DuRand

The foibles of naïve gringos who come into the unfamiliar culture of Mexico are often the brunt of light conversation among ex-pats in San Miguel. Now writer Mark Saunders has turned this into an art form in his book Nobody Knows the Spanish I Speak. These are the memoirs of Mark as he and his wife move 3,000 miles from Portland, Oregon, to the middle of Mexico where they knew no one, and could barely speak the language. You don’t have to be totally clueless to be delighted by their familiar real-life adventures and misadventures. You only have to be able to laugh at yourself –something that Mark does with refreshing honesty throughout this book. Here’s an example:

“One day I came home to find Arlene explaining in Spanish to our housekeepers, Ana and María, that we were moving the following week to a new house one street over. When she finished, our two housekeepers jumped up and cried. They hugged us and cried some more. Arlene asked me what she had just said. I told her I believed she said we’d just bought them a new house and they could move in the following week.”

Literature: Book presentation of Nobody knows the Spanish I speak By Mark Saunders. Mon, Feb 27, 12pm. Café Etc. Reloj 37

The Center for Global Justice is presenting a book signing with Mark Saunders on Monday, February 27, at Juan’s Café Etc. He will entertain with stories from Nobody Knows the Spanish I Speak and have for sale autographed copies of the book as well as matted copies of cartoons from the book. It can also be purchased at the Biblioteca or ordered online from,, Barnes & Noble, and iPad. It is available in paperback and ebook formats. Once you start reading, you’ll have trouble putting it down.

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