Que? Como te llamas?
After spending all morning not understanding my subject, things didn't get any easier as the afternoon rolled around.
I needed to find a feature and was told to head south to the Genola area where all the orchards were.
Feeling like the weather and season, I searched around the apple fields. It was a cool 70 degrees and the aroma of apples could be smelled from my car. All I wanted was some apple cider.
After failing for a good 20 minutes, I finally stumbled across some workers. I pulled my car into the field and told Rusty Newton, a worker, who I was.
"Sure, go ahead out there," he said. "Just know, not one of them speaks English."
Oh, great. My Spanish sucks. I blame it on my high school teacher. She always had a personal vendetta out for me and was never willing to help me.
So I trekked back, crushing rotten apples as I walked through the trees, until I heard some Spanish singing.
"Que pasa," I said confidently, and then began shooting.
After sometime, and many failed conversations with the workers in the field, I used the only phrase I knew would actually be helpful, and that I knew what it meant.
Como te llamas? Or "What's your name" in English.
Thankfully it worked. But I couldn't wait to get back to the office to speak about things and languages I knew. It had been a long day of confusion.