Last night, after drinks with friends, I fell into a whiskey-laden sleep and dreampt that I spoke perfectly fluent Spanish. Much to my dismay, this morning, that is not the case.
Despite studying Spanish for four semesters, I fear that I could barely navigate my way through Seville. Why? Although I devoted what felt like millions of hours to learning this beautiful language, I've lost, or perhaps misplaced, those skills because of unwillingness to routinely practice.
Today, my resolution is to have daily devotional time toward Spanish. We'll see if it sticks.
Salud.
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