"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 17 ~ Multilingualism
My son naturally learned two languages, my native one and
the local. I didn't want him to just learn Spanish, I
wanted him to be at grade level with his Spanish peers, at
least in non-common subjects. In order to achieve that,
throughout his school years I have set aside time to teach
him two Spanish subjects, language arts and history. About
a year and a half ago, I asked a friend who has a degree
in history to take over that one, knowing that he would do a much
better job. For language, however, I feel completely
comfortable. I love every aspect of it. As a child, that
was the one class I never really needed to study for, I
would learn the lesson as I listened to it. Language had
no secrets for me, I always got a straight A. That can be
the seed for my love of languages in general. English at
school. Then French, German, Russian, Italian. I called it
quits. I used to say, "I love Greek, but I'm too old to
learn it. I'll do it in my next life." Fifteen years after
that, I learned Chinese, which I now speak at home daily.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...