by Deb Baker/Hannah Reed
Now that I'm unattached and have more time for myself, I'm doing something I've always wanted -
learning a new language. I took some in school - Latin (talk about aging myself), French, and German, but never really got to the point where I could have conversations. Mainly because all of the Latin speakers have been dead for centuries and France,Quebec,Germany aren't exactly right around the corner for practicing opportunities.
My new community, however, has a vibrant Hispanic population, wonderfully authentic Mexican restaurants, and a grocery store close by where the employees speak both English and Latin American Spanish fluently. I want to be like one of those guys:)
Plus, I'm going to spend some time this winter right outside of Guadalajara. AND, the most important part, I found a retired Spanish teacher to instruct me. I've had five lessons so far.
And is it hard! One hour with her and my brain is about to burst. Every time she addresses/questions me in Spanish, my mind goes completely blank. The brain cells I use for writing books is not helping me here. They must be in a different compartment. This one is all rusty.
Anyway, I'm going to persist. I'm not a quitter. So there.
Do you speak more than one language? Or is there one you wish you spoke? Any words of encouragement?