Truth to Tell

 Today esta domingo. Yes, as she's told you, Fiorella wants to reclaim her languages pot again. Not that she's ever been really fluent in any of them besides English, but she does enjoy the odds and ends that are  creeping back into her tortured brain--not only Spanish, but Latin, Russian, German, French, Telugu, and a bit of Chinese.

Fio had one year  of Latin in junior high, three in high school, and one in college, then switched to Russian for three semesters and German for one semester until she realized she had to choose a major. The obvious one was linguistics--but what language? 

As it turned out, your girl didn't have very much of a choice. Because she was working full time and could only attend classes three days a week instead of the required five for a major, she was directed to a program whose teacher was low on students. Welcome, Telugu, a South Indian language she'd never heard of before.

Actually, the placement worked out well because because Fiorella not only racked in some scholarships, but met many lovely people, learned how to wrap a sari, and painted a set of four pictures of Indian women.

The French was just something your girl learned to pass a department requirement--then dropped. However, thanks a dear friend being French, your girl still comes out with a well-accented phrase every now and then.

Ah--the Chinese. Fio's dentist and his brother were teaching her some of their native language each time she went in, but that stopped when the pandemic started.

And about the Spanish, Fiorella was marching along in it until the snowstorm and its aftermath

ALMOST FORGOT: My childhood friend's father taught me a little Yiddish.

Listing all the languages she encountered made Fio happy and sad--happy she had the opportunities and sad that she didn't follow up on them better.