Spanish was not spoken in my house as a child; my father’s side of the family is of Irish ancestry, and my mother’s side of the family is of Scottish and British ancestry. Growing up, I took basic classes in middle school and high school. I learned only enough to barely survive in a Spanish-speaking country. Then, May 11 this year, I actually flew to Mexico City and lived there for a few months. I used AirBnb for lodging, at first living on Calle 174 in Venustiano Carranza with a girl my age named Astrid and her mother. The house was within walking distance from the international airport. Immersion was key to my success in learning Spanish. To basically function, I had to use this foreign tongue. I read signs on the street and labels on products in stores. Also, in the action of merely purchasing an item, I got to practice Spanish. Going to the local Walmart for the first time was quite the experience... I frequented the market close to where I resided, and I offered free English less...
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