Cómo se dice terrified? (Drive Day 1 minus 14 years and 43 days)

I’ve convinced my boss at Ogilvy PR Worldwide that Berlitz Spanish classes during my lunch hour are an appropriate way to spend down my “professional development” benefits. I do produce health care videos for Spanish audiences, sometimes, kinda, sorta.

[image error]Mejor que nada: photo by Gary Geboy

In reality I’m trying to recapture the fluency of my youth. At seven I was a backseat driver in my father’s camper on a year-long road trip down the Pan-American Highway. I spoke Spanish so well I negotiated my dad’s release from jail a few times, or so the family stories go. Thirty years later and I butcher verb tenses. No problema, except that my husband and I are about to retrace that journey in our own camper. Reza por mí.

Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale June 13th. Pre order through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa.