Weekday Surrender

I remember an illustration from the New Yorker that used to hang on my dad’s living room wall when I was a teenager. It was a map of the USA from a New Yorker’s point of view, where the descriptions of all the other various states were some kind of generalized overview from someone who’d never been there and obviously didn’t care to go. (more…)

a bad goodbye

Typical tree in La Rambla
Learning a language feels like climbing sometimes. The first days in a new area leave you feeling confused and flailing. But after a few days of consistency, you start to feel the flow. Some days you’re spot on for no reason at all, the next you can barely do your warm up and you have no idea why. Sometimes a few rest days leave you extra motivated and on top of your game. Always in the end no matter how much you think you know, there are a million pieces of the language you have yet to learn. (more…)