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| This is (part of) my bookcase. Started learning French when I was in high school, started learning Italian when I lived in Paris. And in Spain, many years ago, I lived in a small fishing village with other hippy types (mostly from the U.S., Britain, and the Netherlands)—I still remember being SO proud when I went to the butcher shop, asked for "hamburguesa por me y sobras por los perros"—and actually got what I wanted. Recently began learning the language for real (espero). |
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Thursday Challenge — "learning"
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learning Italian when you lived in Paris-how cool is that!
ReplyDeleteCommunicating in a foreign language is often like a kind of magic, but my Spanish is such that somehow I know I would botch that.
ReplyDeleteYou inspire me, Alexa. I feel so lazy! I have to start doing rather than dreaming about improving my French and learning Italian {and I'm not even at the dreaming stage of Spanish}.
ReplyDeleteDictionaries are like travel books, aren't they? You look at them and remember the places, the people. Languages are like different persons, and one gets transformed a little bit too into somebody else while speaking a different language. So you are quite an European already :-)
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