...and so I went to meet the Christians.
It was a little nerve-wracking as I had to take a written test to determine my level of expertise. I think I could have saved them the bother.
I agonized through 90 questions utilizing different verbs and tenses. Beginner's Spanish here I come... again. I have started Beginner's Spanish at least five times which just goes to show my natural linguistic ability.
The first class was agony. I think the teacher suffered as much as I did, poor thing, and the only saving grace was that we both tried to have a sense of humour about it. I tried to think of it as a warm-up, a gentle refresher but somehow it was just too excruciating. I realized I was doomed when I asked her if she ate her family.
I'm going back on Monday and have signed up for the week. That gives me a few days to try and dredge up some of my previous knowledge. Hopefully it's lurking in there somewhere.
It turns out that my new friend, Rod who roped me into the Christian Spanish academy (previously referred to as the gay Canadian) is a retired ballerina. I think he's in his mid-sixties and he's absolutely fabulous darling!
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