First: This is ridiculous.
I want to learn ALL of the languages. It’s no great tragedy if I never get to Urdu or Swahili, but there’s a genuine desire to add the following to my repertoire:
- Spanish (I live in Southern California, and am therefore insane to not speak it already. And I loved Madrid more than I previously thought it possible to love a city and am planning to move back there circa my children going to college.)
- French (Three years of high school, two years of college, and these days I can only (with rust and awkwardness) ask how you’re doing and what you’d like to eat. Also, this was the language my parents spoke to each other at the table when we weren’t supposed to cop on to whatever was afoot; my five year old self demands that this never occur again.)
- Italian (The most beautiful, can it even be a discussion? After the tentative word-evaporation of spoken French, getting to gambol through every single syllable of Italian was liberating….for the week that I tried a Learn-Italian-In-Your-Car cd. I can say, “Look! There’s a white car!” No one is going to murmur “donna intelligente!” over that outburst.)
- Arabic (I’m not going to lie to you and say I don’t, at some point, want to be a diplomat.)
- Mandarin (All our kids are going to learn this in school (the world economy will just dictate it, at that point) and I refuse to be the parent for whom the child has to translate. Also = world economy. I would like to participate.)
That’s only five languages. Most European toddlers speak at least three, right? I had a professor in college who spoke TWELVE. And while I’ve gotten Rosetta Stone (Spanish) for Christmas and made many honest (mental) commitments to following it through, it just…isn’t happening. Not to say that it won’t, but I need a break from life to get started on it. Right now, I need something smaller. Say…a blog.
Yeah, I started following a French fashion blog. Tell me this girl isn’t the cutest! And it’s colloquial, and Google Translate will tell me whether I basically got the jist of the story about her favorite beauty products/where to buy those shoes. And every morning I get a mini French lesson, which means I’m pursuing Life Goals.
Let’s chalk this up as a win and start searching for her Italian doppelgänger.