The Art on the Street
I promise a short post today. I usually think this whenever I open a blank template to fill in with words and color for whomever you are out there reading this and relating to it in some way, as is ever … Continue reading
I promise a short post today. I usually think this whenever I open a blank template to fill in with words and color for whomever you are out there reading this and relating to it in some way, as is ever … Continue reading
Some Spanish from the street. I know this means something somewhere to somebody. After joking that I might just end up being the one girl who moved to Chile and didn’t learn Spanish, I recently told you I’ve finally enrolled … Continue reading
A lot, right? I’ve changed mine twice, but I’ll get to that in a bit. When it comes to our first name, it might also be the first word we hear in our mother or father’s voice. It might be … Continue reading
I am the owner of exactly one cassette tape. Okay, a few other things first… I’ve started taking real Spanish lessons. (It was time to start getting real.) This morning, I have to prep my English classes: break apart the … Continue reading
The past… the future? Today, one of my students asked me what I did for a living. Well, technically, she asked me: “What do you do?”, which is the way we recently learned to ask about someone’s occupation. It struck … Continue reading