My brain hurts. Why does everything have to be masculine or feminine? How would I know a street is feminine? I think they are loud and bumpy. Not how I like my ladies. Day 1 of Spanish class went pretty well. I think I mentioned that it’s 2 hours in the morning and 2 in the afternoon? I have separate teachers for each class and the classes are split up into beginner, advanced and virtually fluent. My skills are so awesome that I’m in a class by myself. 
Really. In both classes it’s just me and the teacher.
This morning was the alphabet and the afternoon numbers. I have managed to remember translations for 95% of the numbers between 1 and 100 which is good I suppose. Who came up with quince is what I want to know. Of course when I went to buy some snacks a while ago she said the total so fast I couldn’t understand her.
Since I only have 2 shirts suitable for wearing around town I also went and bought 2 nice sweatshirts and a t-shirt for US $14. What a deal.
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I took Spanish in high school. The other choices were Latin and French. I figured that I wasn’t going to meet any dead Romans and I was more likely to go to Mexico than to Franch, so Spanish was my choice. If I had known what S FL was going to be like 30 years later, I might have paid more attention.
The paper I worked for offered Spanish classes and I did OK until we got to stuff in Spanish that I never understood in English. I was pretty much a noun and verb kind of guy. After the teacher taught me how to say, “Don’t shoot, please,” I dropped out of the class.
I spent one day short of a month covering the Cuban Boatlift. It was a version of your immersion class. By the time I got back home, I could describe who I was and ask and understand rudimentary info. Journalist; name; age; spouse, child, etc.
Fortunately, I never did get a chance to use the one phrase I had practiced.
“Don’t shoot, please.”? ha. I guess that would be a good one to know. Picking up a new language is a lot harder than I thought. I wish I would have taken some classes in Florida before I left. Oh well.