If I live to be 80, I'll be grateful if I can remember how to text, rather than just drool on my phone (and hopefully I'll be talking into my phone and not my shoe.)
Every country in Latin America speaks a different dialect. When I traveled there, Peruvian dialect was the closest to Spanish as far as I was concerned. Argentinian was the furthest away form traditional Spanish. In Bolivia, where I spent the most time, the common working people and the natives spoke something they called Español and the educated folks spoke a traditional Spanish they called Castellano. Those of us trained in Spanish in the US had a much easier time understanding the Castellano than the Español. Of course, there is no better feeling than overhearing someone or some group talking about you in a foreign language assuming you can not understand it, then speaking to them in that language after they are finished with that conversation. Do you remember the Korean manicurist episode of Seinfeld when Frank Costanza could speak Korean? Learning an language is always good, even if it is just to help keep your brain young.
We don't text that much, but SIL pretty much insists on texting us all of the time. She tells us "That's all my grandkids do is text me. They don't call anyone on their phones." I've told her, "That's them, but that's not us. But, we do give her the "benefit of the doubt" and text her.
I had friends from Peru and worked with a guy from Bolivia. I had kept up my high school Spanish by reading the free Latino newspapers that were put out at grocery stores, and could sort-of converse with the Peruvians. Isn't Castellano spoken with a lisp in solidarity with a king they once had?
I have friends who prefer to text. It can be a pain, but it beats being stuck on the phone when you'd rather not be.
I don't Juan to learn Spanish. For Juan thing, it's too hard. For another, I don't have the patience. Now, if I just had a magic Juan.
A woman gave birth to identical twin boys and gave them up for adoption. One was adopted by a Mexican couple and named Juan. The other went to an Egyptian couple and was named Amahl. Years later, Juan tracked her down and visited with her. He told her where the other twin was living and gave her his information. She was asked if she was going to visit the other twin, but she said, "No, when you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal...." OK, I'm finished.