Above in my hands I hold a book I’ve had in my possession for more than seven years. Scanning my bookshelf a few days ago for something new to read — in English— I spied it jammed in between a biography of Theodore Roosevelt and a book of poetry and essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson and pulled it down, immediately deciding that it was high time to get the low down on giving myself some Spanish-speaking ability.

I begin tomorrow. At least an hour a day with a goal of writing a full post in Spanish on or before February 20, 2007.