Mid-June. Who believes it?
(Mid-June means I have had time to visit this patisseria twice and the ice-cream shop too many times to count)
This summer feels well-paced to me. Each week has been a little different; new projects and new people have been keeping me occupied. My first projects on arrival in Menorca were related to writing–I had to polish one article and majorly edit another. Once that was finished (or, as finished as any writing project can reasonably expect to be), I moved on to studying Catalan. This has taken the form of Catalan–> English translations and working through one Catalan grammar book, the just-above-the-basics level. In the past, I have not always been able to teach myself language-related stuff. When I was younger, I can remember poring through Spanish vocab books, so I knew I had it in me. But last year, even though I had two Portuguese books perched visibly on my desk, eu no falo portugues. This year, with the motivation of my June 30th placement exam, the fire is once again lit and I am happy with the progress I have been making-a little here, a little there, sometimes at the coffee shop, sometimes on an old bench, sometimes at the country house. I may finally turn the corner with this language.
Another thing I’ve learned recently? Frivolité. R.’s mom, with the patience only a mother could have, the eye of a mathematician, and the dedication of a drill sergeant, has led me through the knots (not like that!), the loops (that one’s upside down!), and the corners (It’s three-three, and then you start again, 1, 3, 5…) of making lace. I love it. My generation is not good at separating ourselves from screens. The flash and instant feedback we get from them Internetz occupies gobs of our free time and I think we are forgetting how to step away from it. I’ll be the first to admit that somewhere between 1/3-2/3 of the time I spend on the Web is probably junk time that I could do without. All that to say, this is why friovolité is good for me; it is just hard enough to be engaging, but not so difficult as to be overwhelming and I’m hooked (pardon the pun). I definitely can see myself with frivolité study breaks this fall.
The water is getting warmer, which means I’ve been swimming more. I’ve also been trying to keep up with my Pilates…I even brought a mat to the beach once!
I’ve been spoiled by a week of meals out with R’s parents, but I’m ready for the change of pace now that they’re gone. I have a trip coming up and a visit from my friend A., both of which are going to be a real treat. I’m even looking forward to my intensive summer language course-I have no idea what the teacher will be like, who my classmates will be, what level I’ll take, etc. It’s been a long time since I’ve been a student of grammar…my last language (not literature) class was my first year of college (8 in the morning. With a grad student teacher. I’ll never forget.)
Anyhoo. I need to post these pics so I can get a move on with my day. I am going to print my rental contract for my house in August and I’m so happy to be living just a few doors down from my last digs. YAY!
Not a summer can pass without visiting the Cuban’s
Es Migjorn, on the other side of the rock.
Watching Spain’s regrettable debut in the Copa Mundial in Plaça Bastió. (At least other games have been decent. And Mexico’s goalie has great hair.)