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As the single mom of three kids, it was way too expensive for to take the kids on trips by plane so when we took trips, we did it by car. In 1994, I enlisted my mom to accompany the kids and me on a road trip from Los Angeles (California) to the Texas Gulf Coast so that my kids could meet my grandmother. My mom has never driven so she was along for the ride and to help me with the three kids. They were usually super with travel In fact, we had taken a test drive from Los Angeles to Albuquerque (a little less than half of the longer journey we were planning) but with a second adult, it was a little easier for me.

So we packed up the car, a Ford Explorer which was pretty roomy for the five of us, and off we went. The kids were 12, 9, and 3. I had packed a lot of stuff for them so we wouldn’t have to keep stopping or, more importantly, so we wouldn’t have to deal with fighting. They each had their own mini cassette tape player with headphones to listen to whatever they wanted. They had books and their own little snack supplies. They had travel Bingo and Travel Checkers, art supplies, and some games. My mom and I rode up front listening to Mexican music on the stereo and chatting. When my mom and I chat, we switch back and forth between English and Spanish, often switching languages multiple times in the same sentence. The trip went very nicely and on the third day, when we were deep in South Texas, we realized that the kids had been listening to us instead of the cassette tapes they had. My son (who was about 12 then) said that he liked to listen to us because when he did, he could understand a lot of the words we were saying because they sounded a like in both English and Spanish. He mentioned words like cafe’ (pronounced cah feh), patio, cafeteria (pronounced cah feh tehr ee ah), lonchera (luncheonette), and a lot of other words. He asked about some words and my mom and I told him what the words meant. He was very interested in the similarity between the two languages. The girls were too.

We drove on and the kids went back to listening to their tapes while my mom and I chatted some more. About an hour later, my mom and I decided it was time for a short rest stop. I took the next exit in to a tiny little town. That alerted the kids to the fact that we were stopping. They took off their headphones and asked why we were stopping. I told them we were just going to get out and walk around and maybe get a snack and a cold drink (the temperature was near 100 degrees F). Then my son, noticing the Spanish writing on store windows and signs, asked if maybe we could get some pan dulce (pastry). I said yes and I looked at my mom and winked at her and said we should all start looking for a sign for a bakeria (pronounced bah kehr ee ah). My son got excited saying “Oh wow! A bakery is a bakeria! Okay, let’s look for a bakeria sign!” My mom and I giggled and we let the kids look for the “bakeria” sign. Then I found the bakery and pulled up in front. My son said, “This doesn’t say bakeria. Why are we stopping here?” My mom and I cracked up and told them we had been joking with them. A bakeria is not the word for a bakery in Spanish. The word for bakery in Spanish is panaderia (from the word pan for bread; pronounced pah nah dehr ee ah). I think they were a little upset that we had tricked them but they were more excited about getting out of the car and getting to go in the panaderia to pick out their own pastry and a cold drink, and to stretch their legs.

Since then, the three kids and I call a panaderia a bakeria, just as a little private reminder of the little joke and mini Spanish lesson we all shared that long ago summer in a tiny Texas town whose name escapes me.

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