What does "Kastila" mean in English?

I am a professor of Spanish.

We want to learn some Spanish songs.

Are you Spanish? "No, but I can speak Spanish."

Are you Spanish? "No, but I can speak Spanish."

Such languages as French, Italian and Spanish come from Latin.

That chapel was built by the Spaniards some centuries ago.

In the sixteenth century, Turkish and Spanish pirates were often encountered in the Mediterranean.

Erwin, Spanish and Italian are really similar, huh? "Yes, Arnie. If you know one, it's easier to learn the other."

Anticipating Halloween, now the 21st of August of 2022, I'm currently reading Bram Stoker's 19th-century Dracula in Spanish. I've read parts of it before in Italian. I've previously viewed the movie, with Keanu Reeves, from 1992, in English, then Spanish. The white-haired vampire in the Transylvanian castle reminds me of my maternal grandmother.

I've been reading The Urantia Book, firstly from its English version, for many years now, off and on. In more recent years, I've acquired other versions in other languages, including Japanese and Spanish. It's a mind-blowing spirituality book with extraordinary views about "superuniverses" and holy matters, like sacred beings from holier places. A comparison that I draw is the Book of Mormon, which I also have in different languages. Holy books give one a different worldview. In August of 2022, I'm currently reading The Urantia Book in Spanish.

Some people think that Greg and I are like Filipino Hispanics. This Saturday morning on the 20th of August of 2022, Greg eats apple chips, and I salted potato chips with black iced tea, at the neighbourhood café. He mentions that he doesn't always go to church on Sunday, because maybe he feels down about life. We talk about the Philippines having mainly three blending peoples, Malays, Chinese, and Spanish. We wonder if most Filipinos really have Spanish and Chinese blood. Many Filipinos don't trace their genealogy. I mention to him that as one just lands at the Manila airport, one sees that the majority are really Malay-looking people. We talk about Jehovah's Witnesses and Mormons. I list some countries, in four continents, to which I've travelled, as it impresses him that I am a world traveller. Greg has only been to the Philippines, Canada, and USA. I assure him that my rich uncle in Oregon, who builds houses in the Philippines, doesn't want to go to Europe. Greg knows that I've lived in Japan and Europe, where I've learned the "walking life."

I label Rod, a bicyclist at the Lulu Island café, a spiritual "eclectic," this morning on the 22nd of August of 2022. He is a slim older white man. He talks to me, whilst I munch on salted vinegar potato chips with iced black tea, beside a favourite Spanish-language sci-fi book, Crónicas de Majipur, by Robert Silverberg. Rod believes that there is "one God," but I say that God could be either singular or plural, as number is a limitation on God. I wonder if he is a "pantheist" or "panpsychist," who believes that there is, at some level, the divine or the mind, respectively, in everybody and everything, even a "pillow." The terminology excites him. He shows me a video describing the complex Aztec calendar on his smartphone. The presentation is full of Aztec, aka Nahuatl, words, which he mistakes for "Mayan." I tell him that in ancient Mexico, the Aztecs were more like the Japanese, whilst the Maya were more like the Chinese. I utter some words presented in Nahuatl. He does not look too surprised that I know how to pronounce. We both have visited Mexico before.