I was in great New York after I had won the lottery. I was at my hotel at the reception.
"Hola Cómo estás?" asked the odd receptionist. Some of the words sounded like a foreign language in fact all of them.
"What?" I said rudely.
"He says how are you," explained my son. "I learnt Spanish at school,"
"Su habitación es sala de sesenta y dos en el piso tres," replied the receptionist.
"Your room is room sixty two on floor three," explained my son acting like a genius.
"My son is a complete genius," I thought. So we all headed to our room and unpacked all our stuff.