My streak on Duolingo continues. Every day is a new streak level reached.Continue reading “Learning Goals: 1600”
Little by little I make headway. I am still in Angola on the VAL and if that feels like what, still? to you, I can assure you that I feel it even more.Continue reading “Progress on various fronts”
I talk a lot more about my virtual fitness challenges but I don’t just have daily steps goals. I also have daily learning goals. Tiny pathetic goals, but goals nonetheless!Continue reading “Learning Anniversary”
Look, Duo, I know that yesterday I work up early and took my French lessons early. I know, I remember, I was there.Continue reading “Oh cmon”
For anyone counting… and clearly I am.
I’m keeping up with my Duo (recently hitting this mark):
This week I got this done: Continue reading “As promised”
I wish I could say I really spoke Spanish by now — but alas, as in so many other ways, I am a work in progress.
In seventh grade, we had the option to take a language: French or German.
Spanish, which would have been more useful, was not offered until 8th grade. Opportunity missed.
What teen girl, given the choice, wants to learn German when French is an option? (Actually some did, but cmon.) plus we lived in New England where the proximity to Canada made it almost sort of seem potentially useful.
I don’t live in New England any more. My first job was at a company that was owned by Cuban exiles and more than half the company, by the time we were acquired by the larger firm, spoke Spanish.
By that time, I had picked up a little Spanish… mostly greetings and food.
I wanted to learn Spanish. By that time, there was the boy and though his English was fantastic it seemed problematic that I couldn’t say anything of substance to him in his native language, his heart language.
I tried Rocket Spanish. (Puedo sacar su foto?)
I tried Rosetta Stone (it was very precise about getting the accent right, so much so that the boy, sitting next to me, would tell me, “You’re saying that perfectly,” while RS would insist I had it wrong and make me repeat it. Again. And again. Ad nauseum.)
But always I would get just so far and hit a wall. I have some kind of mental block, it seems.
Now, Duolingo doesn’t care how bad my accent is. And 26 days into it, I’m mostly enjoying it and occasionally amused and/or troubled by the sentences it tries to teach me. Continue reading “Mental block: Spanish”