I'm learning to make sushi.


After Spanish class and an okay lunch (I didn't prepare it myself), I was in the mood for a siesta. I've been feeling those long, afternoon naps for a while, now--maybe it's being in Spanish class and enjoying all the professor's stories about her life in Colombia and her sister's life in Spain that makes me crave a little bit of that culture. Or not. I guess I've been researching Spain for a while, now. I'm hoping to take a semester abroad to really hone my Spanish-speaking skills, but then Spain speaks Catalan, which I hear is sort of like French and Spanish mixed together.

--Hey! I speak Spanish AND French! What a coincidence!

Either way, I'd like to study there very much. It sounds like a good way to start looking at where I would like to grow some roots.

That isn't the point, though. I've stopped having the baby dreams, other than an occasional visit from her, so I've stopped thinking about the future, so much.

The point is that, during today's siesta, I had my first Spanish dream. Perhaps I just didn't know it was possible; we talked about it in class, and I'm thinking maybe that gave my subconscious the golden pass.

It was interesting, though. I don't remember the dream, but I woke up speaking Spanish.



Usually, by now, I'd be onto Greek, or Japanese, or Arabic... I just feel better knowing one thing really well, rather than knowing several things passably. I'll learn everything more slowly, one at a time, and risk not knowing something, if it means this type of satisfaction. First test. Points possible: 100. Points earned: 101.

Kickass.



Just, it makes me wonder if languages aren't so different from romantic interests.

What do you mean by that, languages being like romantic interests?
» invisible on 2011-07-22 03:11:08

Feels like everyone is having little epiphanies around here.
» randomjunk on 2011-07-22 04:04:01

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