I used to hate red wine.
(I used to be pretty awful at Spanish.) I mean, I took high school Spanish and majored in it. Yet I was still pretty damn bad. How does that work?
No, but seriously. I was so terrible at Spanish. How does that work?
I love olives. If you’re in Spain, please go to a bar now. Order some aceitunas pardas. Eat. Enjoy. Thank me later.
Now, I love red wine. I especially love me some Elías Mora.
I never have.
Plus, he’s cute.
I can converse with almost anyone, understand almost anyone, and even understand the majority of a soccer broadcast. (¡Hala Madrid!) For me, that’s pretty impressive. Being bilingual ain’t easy.
At the risk of being cliché, how has moving to another country (even if just for a year) influenced you? Do you like that influence?