Sick

I don't have much to report because I've been sick with bronchitis for the past two weeks. I barely left my bed that whole time. I'm much better now, though. There's nothing that antibiotics, a stack of books, and an Indiana Jones marathon can't fix.

Someone asked me recently how my Spanish is coming along. It took me a minute to answer, because I hadn't thought about it in awhile. I guess that means it's getting better, right? If I haven't thought about it that means I haven't been struggling and feeling frustrated. There was definitely a difference between my doctor's visit last week and my doctor's visit months ago during training when I had to go for an x-ray of my wrist. "It hurts, the wrist," was pretty much all I could tell the doctor back then. "Much pain." I was much more articulate and descriptive this time around.

My dad just sent me, among other treasures, a bunch of books in Spanish, both for me and for the kids in my community. (Thanks Dad!) I decided to try to read one of the kids books first instead of jumping right in to the older books meant for me. I saw it as similar to trying on clothes-- you always start with a bigger size. I was pleasantly surprised that Charlotte's Web was really easy. Next I'll try Harry Potter, before tackling the Paulo Coelho. (Sidenote-- I'm always eager for more Spanish books!)