I think the greatest pleasure of knowing Spanish (besides being able to speak to my family) is the ability to read Pablo Neruda’s poetry in its original language. A few weeks ago I was in Chile and Argentina for work and had an afternoon off in Santiago before returning to Canada. Rather than sit in the airport for 8 hours, I decided to head into the city for a quick lunch and then went to Pablo Neruda’s house (one of three in Chile), La Chascona.
David E. Burga 