¿Adónde va usted?
We’re taking the monorail to the BART station. She looks at me. I smile. She asks, “Where do I buy the ticket?”
“Oh, you don’t have to buy them until we get to BART,” I respond.
Her quizzical look and shoulder shrug suggests my answer makes no sense to her. Then I notice the Mexicana tag on her bag. It’s been a while since I’ve carried on such a conversation, so I hesitate before asking, “¿Habla usted español?”
Her huge smile reveals two silver capped front teeth. We start a conversation. ¿Adónde va usted? A 24 y Mission. She asks for help in purchasing the ticket. It makes all those years of Spanish worth it.