The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.

I absolutely fell in love with the Manzanillo accent.  They speak so slowly and in a sing song voice.  Almost every phrase ends in a high pitch as if it were a question.  Both Adrianas had such soft voices.  I could've listened to them all day.  I can't always place it, but I'm beginning to hear the differences in accents based on geography.  Culiacán is fast and whiny.  DF has its own sing-song rhythm and almost always ends with "güey" ("way"=dude).  Manzanillo was so, well, beautiful.  If I had arrived here in August, I think I would not have battled so the way I did in Culiacán.  I probably wouldn't have improved as much or as quickly either.