The short answer is that it’s coming along nicely.
The long answer is that I’m working hard on my Spanish with lessons each week. I am hanging out my friends who don’t speak English. I intentionally place myself in situations where I have no choice but to try.
“Practice, it’s all about practice,” I coach myself.
I listen to mp3s of Spanish instruction even when I feel like bagpipes would be more appealing.
The result is that sometimes I feel on top of it, like I’m really getting somewhere. But, other days, I feel like I’ve completely regressed to the point where I can’t speak English or Spanish and am completely incapable of real communication with anyone. And then I have a minor tantrum. It’s charming.
Everyone here says,“poco a poco.” The phrase is often used as a consolation to my frustration. And that is how we learn things- little by little, step by step.
I don’t like things to be, “poco a poco.”
I like to be immediately competent.
I like to feel like I’m in control.
But, here we are.
So, until I am fluent, we’ll label this as a character building experience so the travail has a proper name.
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