Un, deux, trois, crap…
Today, Beth and I started French lessons with Marie (another person who I will mention most frequently), our dear friend from Belgium. As with learning any new language, one must start with the basics. So at 4:00 Spanish time, if you would have walked below the flat on Padre Manjón street in Sevilla, you would have heard 2 twentysomethings reciting the letters of the alphabet in French, along with numbers 1-10. The most humbling moment in the experience was when Beth looked at me and said:
“This is what we did today in English class with our second graders: numbers 1-10.”
Smarter than a second grader? Not quite yet…ask us in a few months.