… the harder the ground …
Yes, remember me, the one who was all: “Oh, I’m learning so much Spanish,” “Oh, I can speak so much more now than I could before.” Remember? Yeah. How the mighty have fallen.
Had my first post-Mexico Skype lesson tonight … and I suck! I haven’t even been back a full four days and I’ve already lost whatever ability I seemed to have last week? How sad. How very, very sad.
Ok, yes, I spoke. I even used the preterite and imperfect tenses (and even used them correctly a few times). But then I tried to get fancy and throw in a present perfect or two, and that was the start of the terrible downward slide. No, I wasn’t expecting to get online tonight and talk like a Mexicana, but I thought I’d acquit myself a little more impressively. Andrés and Marisol would have been shocked to hear me. I’m shocked to hear me. [sigh]
Mostly I’m shocked by how shy I was to say anything at all, how much I was tempted to just talk in English. What was that about?
Here’s hoping I’m a little less tongue-tied when I have my lesson with Gustavo on Friday!