A big hello to followers of my little Spain travel blog old and new, it’s nice to have you all here perving on my latest adventures. Before I delve into today’s post and continue on with my latest progress report I just want to give a reminder that I welcome all your sexy comments, no matter what the sentiment. Having received a whole bunch of emails from some of you over the past weeks I can say that it’s been positively mind-blowing that any of you would find what I write or say interesting. Seriously. Pieces of my brain are lying scattered all over my Andres Iniesta poster!
Anyway less about that balding little dweeb who’s making good money featuring on every Spanish commercial in existence, today I want to talk about why only speaking English sucks balls hard. As a monolingual Brit who grew up in the shadow of the M4 corridor and all the Gatwick Hotels that encircled my otherwise pleasant rural childhood upbringing, I’ve probably got a right to say that don’t I?
The truth is having embarked on my Spanish learning journey – and now being a good six months in – I’ve learned a heck of a lot about the pitfalls of only being able to speak one language. So with today marking the half-way point of my language studies, and with six months remaining until I go for my Spanish proficiency exam, I want to take the time out to explain just why I feel that way. Ready for some fightin’ talk? Read on. Continue Reading →