That feeling when a fic of your faves with the perfect concept is in another language... Guess I'm learning Spanish. I'll come back with an edit once I've managed to finally read it.
me doing duolingo spanish I'm doing good guys I swear
I think what makes learning Spanish so daunting is my fear of ineptitude. I’m so accustomed to being able to express myself fluently in English. It’s one of the things I’m known for among my friends and family. I have a reputation as a walking dictionary and with such a vast vocabulary at my disposal, I’m able to convey exactly what I mean with precision.
But in Spanish? I speak like a small child. And it makes me feel like the child my father never knew. I flounder about in his native language, mixing up tenses and accidentally using false cognates instead of the word I mean.
And, worse, it’s Spanish. Not Nahuatl. Only 10% of my ancestry on my father’s side is from Spain. The other 40% is Nahua, likely Tlaxcaltec.