started learning a foreign language at the Instituto Cervantes in Manila. Spanish, obviously. it's one of my goals, that is, to learn 'unas idiomas extranjeras.' i was a bit scared i guess because i had no idea if i still have the 'student touch'; i had no idea if i can go back to being someone who carries books and notebooks and goes to the library and do homework. i was a bit relieved when i realised i still can do it. i'm not yet too old to go back to school; i am not that old.
the first ten days were i guess fun. i was still groping and feeling things like a half-blind person. i was still finding the student in me. fortunately, i did well. nine out of ten. hehe. apparently, the first level is the easiest one to learn, but i did not want to belittle it and treat it as if it's just a walk in the park. the professor (a Chilean, se llama Angela Martinez) was kind and 'muy tranquila.' i wish she would still be the professor for the second level.
met some acquaintances and friends. every learning day was a day of discovery. it felt great to learn something new. it always feels great.
(sigh) happy days, indeed. i hope i might find what i'm looking for by continuing this feat.
