Odd Arrows in the Verbal Quiver

Hola! Me llamo es Felipe. Soy corre las olas con muchas chicas. Mis zapatos es en fuego. Dios Mio.

Mis papagayo, Hector Maria Magillacuddy, es un peatone. Un peatone incrediblé. Donde esta el baño?


As you may be able to tell from the above, I am ill prepared to communicate in this, the latest and last country in my trip. I studied Spanish for three years in high school, but not being particularly interested in the subject at the time, I tried to learn the most obscure sentences and words. For example -- jejen. If my memory serves me, that is the word for 'gnat'. It is unlikely that, during my time here, I will be attacked by gnats, or will wish to see a gnat, or will need to ask after the whereabouts of the gnat that just stole my pants (pantalones! i know that one!). But such are the words I have equipped myself with, and so, I march on mute... into Espana, land of..... Spaniards!

In case you were wondering about the above, I will translate it now. Those that actually understand Spanish will see many mistakes, especially in grammar. I couldn't be bothered with grammar:


Hello! My name is Philip. I surf with many ladies. My shoes are on fire. My God.

My parrot, Hector Maria Magillacuddy, is a pedestrian. An incredible pedestrian. Where is the bathroom?