Old Dog New Tricks: 5 Days to Learn Spanish

I'm about to board a plane to Spain for 5 days of Spanish Immersion school.

I've never had a day of Spanish class in my life.

I took French in high school and college.

I tried a Spanish lingo app for a few weeks to help me prepare for this trip and can barely remember the word for apple.

I wonder if I'm even capable of learning a new language at this age?

My short-term memory is decent from memorizing scripts at work, but long-term it's the pits.

Just ask my high school friends whom I count on regularly to remind me of crazy stories I've forgotten.

So I'm meeting one of them in Valencia, Spain to give my aging brain a chance.

Studying abroad in France is something I was registered to do in college...twice.

Last-minute job opportunities got in the way.

So in the spirit of my "no regrets" philosophy, I'm giving this much more useful language a try, in a time window my news job will allow.

I hope you'll follow this blog--and come along with me.

Class starts Monday!

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