This is really hard. Writing, I mean. I whined about it in Bilbao last summer and I feel even whinier about it here. I spend so much of my time trying to force Spanish, but I'm such a simple tool in Spanish that I don't have anything to show for it writing-wise. I could tell you about how briefly excited I was today at lunch when I said No, es la suya (No, it's his (card)) in real time. It was a little high, but it's not a good story. I could tell you about how sometimes when I'm teaching I have these "Holy crap, I'm doing this" moments and it's almost like I'm floating. Or about how painfully, shamefully stupid I feel when I don't know how to say something and rambling nonsense comes out instead, or how I sometimes feel like no matter how hard I try I'll never speak this stupid language at any level above being able to reliably buy bus tickets. It's a lot of ups and downs and for me that's exciting and entertaining and exhilarating and a pretty good adventure. Even if it doesn't seem that way to anyone who's reading.
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