I really admire people who spend enough time learning other languages that they become fluent. I'd like to call myself worldly, but I've proven to be far too lazy to get past anything beyond the present tense. It's kind of ironic considering my day job requires me to be better at grammar than the average bear. Any yet... five-plus years of middle school and high school Spanish, and all I can get through are the basics -- "Hello," "How are you?" "My name is Staci," "I have 30 years," etc.
My laziness transcends a public school foreign language education too. Despite seemingly countless years of Hebrew school and one college semester of Hebrew, all I can do is count to 10. Despite a semester in Florence, all I remember are food words and three ways to say "fuck off." And despite growing up with a grandmother who listened to radio shows broadcast entirely in Yiddish, my biggest achievement in that language is knowing seven words for "penis."
Naturally, it would be convenient for once when I travel to a foreign country to be able to adequately speak the language (being able to speak British doesn't count). "Arigato" was more than convenient in Japan, but it only got me so far, and I was so out of my depth trying to pronounce ANYTHING in French that I just sounded like an asshole most of the time in Paris.
But you know, it's good to know a little bit of the language before you head abroad. So in Barcelona, Jen and I decided it would be a good idea to record some language lessons over a few glasses of sangria. A little Spanish? A little French? A little...Sprench? Suuuure.
Buena suerte, mon frere!