“Do you know what means la capacidad de impressión ?” Sipping my coffee, I look up at Gabriella, the sun setting brightly over the water behind her, and shake my head. She continues: “I don’t know if there is this word in English, but it is what children have. When they see something new, they have the feeling that it is wonderful.” She looks out over the water. A cargo ship is making its way through the channel behind Amsterdam Central Station, forcing the ferryboat to take a slightly longer route across the river.  “I’m not sure what the word would be, but I know exactly what you mean.” I answer her. For the past 24 hours, Gabriella, who in a previous life was my roommate in Santiago, has been reconnecting me with the joys of Chilean Spanish. Although related – distantly – to the Spanish spoken in the rest of the world, young Chileans have creatively distorted conventional grammar, rendering it incomprehensible to the uninitiated. In return for the refresher course in Santia