Nutcracker starts next week and I'm not ready, and I keep trying to get ready and am continuously thwarted by things like grading, violin lessons, and parent-teacher conferences.
Oh, and Spanish. I decided to learn Spanish.
Because, clearly, I need something else to keep myself busy or I would just lounge around on the couch eating bonbons and watching TV. Well, if I had a TV. And if I knew what a bonbon was...the picture I've carried in my head all my life of a bonbon (maybe due to reading my great-grandfather's "First English Reader") is some kind of large foofy sweet, covered with coconut. I'm sure this is totally false.
Anyway, I'm learning Spanish, so my students who arrive during my 10:30 a.m. lunch break get to see me using Rosetta Stone online (free with my Portland Public Library card). In the morning I'm walking to school while saying "Este es un árbol grande. Esa es una casa grisa con una puerta verde." After this weekend my apartment will be completely covered in Post-It notes. Why all of this? I just bought a ticket to Buenos Aires for February break. No time to waste.
Some reasons to go to Argentina:
- to see friends
- to hear tons of live tango music
- to dance
- to buy shoes
- to see whether I could stand to stay there for longer, say for a couple of months
- to get away from Maine in February
- because my mobility is good, carpe diem, and all that
Whee. I think I might be slightly insane. But that might be good.