I felt rusty when I first got here. Now I feel even rustier, and this after 12 hours of classes over 3 days. I had trouble sleeping last night because Spanish words, like chunks of cold hail from the sky, were pounding my mind. I just couldn’t turn my brain off.
I’ve had only 2 English conversations so far. The first was with a guy I met in a bar last night. He was from Canada and had been here almost 2 months. I’m impressed at the disposition of people like him. There’s a type of personality that can just head out to a strange part of the world, not knowing any of the language, and decide to have a great time. That’s not me. i don’t think I could do an entire winter by myself. That’s just amazing.
The second conversation was today with an American girl at my school. She’s younger, 22 I think, and is in college preparing to be a teacher. She’s also here alone. Good for her.
Other than that, it’s 100% spanish. I can’t believe I’m here.




