This blog will be short and sweet today.
"Why" you ask?
Not because we lost power during the Frankenstorm. Not because I was out gallavanting on the town all night. But because my friend Klari came over last night and we spent the better part of the evening together. She is taking a Spanish class and asked for my help on her first presentación.
She decided to write about las maratones because she, like many of my other running friends, is a super duper marathoner.
So I spent the evening surrounded by Spanish-English dictionaries and dusting off the Spanish cobwebs in my head. Years ago I took class after class in Spanish and had reached the point where my Spanish was comparable to my French. I loved it. I thought in Spanish, I spoke it, I listened to Spanish radio and I read Spanish magazines. When I went to Cuba and Mexico, I chatted away, albeit hesitantly, with the locals.
Sadly, I do not have any Spanish-speaking friends with which to practice so my skills have faded a bit.
Until last night!
Funny enough, it doesn't take much to get those synapses firing again. Two hours and I'm already thinking in Spanish.