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A Not So Internal Rant

"This is my dream, and I'll decide where it goes from here."

This is one of my favorite lines from the movie, "Alice in Wonderland." I finally saw it this afternoon, and it resonated with me. Actually, much of what's happened to me in the last week has resonated with me like this. It's exciting...and a bit frustrating.

It's no secret that I've been ensconced in the Spanish language lately. My Peru trip has necessitated this. For the last six months, I have watched many, many movies in Spanish, listened to a lot of Spanish music, and tried to communicate in the language whenever possible. I know that every other word out of my mouth has been related to Spanish. I get it.

I was out on the lawn mower this afternoon listening to "Como Lo Tienes Tu" and thinking about some of the comments I've heard lately about my entertainment habits. Seriously, why does anyone care what I do in my spare time?

However, in the middle of my internal rant, it dawned on me. Just this week I heard a joke in Spanish and got it. I have written poetry in Spanish (meaning, I thought through the words in Spanish instead of thinking in English and translating them into Spanish). I did some homework for my Spanish class tonight and was amazed at how the direct object pronouns (the bane of my existence) seemed to just fall into the right place along with the subjunctive verb tense.

I *think* I might officially be bilingual. We'll find out for sure in two weeks.

The amazing thing here, though, is that I realized that when I really want something...when I truly set my mind to something, I do it. Yo puedo lo hago. Now I'm going to set my sights on developing my writing career.
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Christy said…
Get it, girl! They say that immersion is really the best way to go about learning something new anyway.
8:47 AM
frabjouspoet said…
I've certainly put myself in my very own immersion program! (Oh, I'm sending you another song. It's in Spanish, but I think you're going to LOVE it.)
4:58 PM
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