I speak Spanish, and you speak what?
I’ve been thinking about this. I know to myself that there’s something that I want to pursue. Perhaps this is it.
A while ago, mom and I had a petty chat about future plans in life. It’s good that once in a while you dream, look ahead, and make long-term decisions. I am a woman who easily gets bored with stagnant life. I want adventures, explorations, and the like. I dare to go beyond the borderline.
I want to take Spanish classes. Again.
Well, I already took six units of Spanish classes in college. I landed at 1.75, which is, not bad I think. Ever since, I enjoy learning this language. It seems to be that there’s something in Spanish words and accents which makes me stimulated.
A few months ago, I began to bring Spanish books at work. When vacancy permits, I get patience to re-learn what I learned from Spanish 101 and 102. I love it. I enjoy it. And I think I want to master it.
Instituto Cervantes is the best place I think. But I’m still open to some other Spanish schools.
