Gayle, or whatever

I have known since high school that my name does not translate into Spanish. My 9th grade Spanish teacher gave the entire class Spanish names, and everyone but ME had their original name translated. Because this blog is supposed to be about Santiago, I will tell you that the repairman that came today to fix the refrigerator tried six times to say my name. We went to Google translate to communicate about a few "issues" the frig was having, and that's when he asked me my name. He couldn't get it. I typed it in. I now know why he couldn't get it. Look it up. http://translate.google.com/#enesgayle%0D%0A When the site comes up, click on the little microphone icon next to the Gayle translation to hear the word out loud. Now, does that sound anything like Gayle? The frig man can't get it, the guy at Starbucks couldn't get it the other day either (you should have SEEN what he wrote on the cup!) and the guard in the front of the building can't get it. He gave up and called me Mrs. Richard the other day. Maybe my Spanish teacher had the right idea, back in the 9th grade, when she decided to call me "Alicia".