Whenever I start working on my Spanish, the same phrase pops into my head as I wander about town: estoy caminando. I'm walking. I hear it over and over as my feet fall. (Estoy caminando. Estoy caminando.) The rhythm of the phrase is so nice.
It rang through my brain today on my way to the Watergate for the first time in years. I had the pleasure of flashing back to every other era in which I'd dabbled in Spanish. Rural Washington, Mexico City, Madrid. It was great. And then I remembered that it had been 13 years since I took my first Spanish class. If only I'd kept practicing -- even a tiny bit -- over all those years.
So, I decided to see the metaphor tucked in the phrase. I might not be able to fly yet, but walking will get you where you're going if you just keep doing it. So, even though I haven't finished distilling this community's ridiculously good suggestions for Spanish-language learning technology, I decided to walk a bit to keep my momentum going.
Here are the two baby steps I took: