One of the things that got dropped in my relocation from Dover was my morning half-hour or so of relearning Spanish via Duolingo.
Problem is I’m not sure I want to pick it up again. It feels more like an obligation. Besides, my aging brain just doesn’t seem to retain much of it. That leakiness is scary. Am I turning into a sieve?
Part of the earlier motivation was a desire to visit Quakers in Cuba, but I’m no longer sure that’s a really viable option, not when I look at the budget.
Worse yet, going from on-the-page to conversational seems like an insurmountable barrier.