Fake Spaniard.

In my 5 min trot across the street to where I'm met by the teacher carpool each morning, I have been stopped each morning this week for something different. Monday for directions. Tuesday for a train schedule. And this morning I was mistaken for someone else...
I've been here so long that maybe I'm starting to blend in?
Or perhaps I just need to be forced into more Spanish conversations. Hmmm.