My days are passing in a blur. Sometimes I have trouble remembering words, in any language. By 7pm, everything sounds like clanging in my ears. I'd like to say that I had forgotten this part of language study. But I haven't. I'm in familiar territory.
The good news is, language almost always pushes me to explore outside more than I would have otherwise.
We headed for the hills this weekend, literally.
Hubs heard about an inactive volcano toward the foothills of the Pyrenees. The boys were enamored. The hike was perfect for them, and the wide green "mouth" of the volcano was the perfect spot for a little lava/magma lesson.