It’s 2am, the bar is closing down and the young female manager has walked the last patron out the door. She walks to the back of the restaurant and lets in the cleaning crew. The crew consists of 4 cleaners from Mexico and they don’t speak a word of English, the manager doesn’t speak any Spanish. This is a daily routine and over time they learn to communicate. Through spending a little time playing charades, she was able to get them to understand, and after several weeks, the communication became a mix of charades and Spanish words. This was her first taste of speaking Spanish. Ah, the beauty of learning new things.
