A few weeks back I went to see a hit Venezuelan movie, Papita, Maní, Tostón.
Now, according to the trailer it was supposed to come out in December. In actuality, I don’t think it came out until April, but I could be wrong.
Regardless, it was wonderful because it was my first time watching a movie (I couldn’t pause or rewind) all in Spanish with no sub-titles. I was able to get the gist of the movie and was even holding conversations with people about it. Essentially, it’s a romantic comedy about two people who fall in love even though they are fans of rival baseball teams, Leones del Caracas (Caracas Lions) and Navegantes del Magallanes (Magellan Navigators from Valencia).
While exiting the movie theater a loud, earnest shout went out. It was a small group of students protesting in the mall. The barricades may be a thing of the past, but there’s still a spirit of protest in the air.
That put a damper on my mood because in no way, shape, or form do I think marching through a mall is an effective form of protest, but–come what may–my Spanish is slowly improving!