Ever since, I have thought about taking a class to learn a new language. It was always hard to decide. I thought French might be good because I have some knowledge of that language. When we went to Italy, Wes and I bought a set of CDs that we hoped would teach us Italian(didn't work for us). I wondered if this 50 something brain could handle a language with a different alphabet and decided that it seemed like too much work.
We've been to Central America twice now and each time, I feel so sad that I can't communicate with the people there in their language. In Honduras, there were so many children that I met and it was unfortunate that we could only communicate with grunts and gestures.
So finally, I've decided to learn how to speak Spanish. Wes and I are going as are Rob and Michele and we attended our first class. I am so pumped! I have to be careful because I'm the person in the back row who wants to pump her hand up in the air because she knows the answer. Not that I know the answer but I am so eager, it's a little embarrassing.
There are some interesting people in the class, many of whom already speak at least one other language. Several come from other countries and are hoping to learn Spanish too.
When I sit in the class and when I do my homework (honestly, I'm doing homework!) I feel my brain being stretched. It is a good feeling and good for my aging brain. I also think that by taking a language class, I can understand just a little bit, how my EAL students must feel in my class. It can be pretty overwhelming.
And I'm looking forward to our next trip to South America so that I can try out my new-found language. Lucky me!


