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Tag: Learning
My Many Identities: Speaking More Than One Language
I know we all have different versions of ourselves. We have the version of lounging at home on the couch, we have our social selves and we have our work persona. But when it comes to speaking more than one language, I feel like I also have different identities.
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Tips to Learn a Foreign Language
It has been two and a half years since I moved to France and something I am very proud of is how quickly I have been able to learn French. I studied French in high school, but the American system is not particularly great in teaching foreign languages. I left high school with a basic understanding of vocabulary and grammar. My French was practically barbaric when I arrived. Continue reading “Tips to Learn a Foreign Language”
6 Things That 2017 Has Already Taught Me
I have come to the conclusion that there are two things in this world that bring me bad luck: 7’s and the month of March. Continue reading “6 Things That 2017 Has Already Taught Me”
Defining Home
A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.
-Coco Chanel
It’s been a while since I have taken blogging seriously, since I have checked up on other blogs and followers, wanting to keep up with them. Continue reading “Defining Home”
Those French Changes
Christmas is rolling around again, and Paris is beautiful. Its streets are glowing, people are bundled up and drinking mulled wine and laughter is hanging around. I love Christmas. I love how everything just sparkles. Even on those blue days, those sparkles can help cheer me somewhat. Continue reading “Those French Changes “
Bajón
Maybe it is the weather. The drizzling rain, the cloudy days, and the countless gray buildings that look more alive in the summer instead of in the cold wind. Maybe it is because this weather does not let me go out and enjoy the streets of Paris like I did when I first arrived here and I feel inclosed. Or maybe, it is something completely, utterly different. Continue reading “Bajón”
