When I was about 13 years old, my parents put me to study at a language school. They wanted me to learn English, but I hated English. I loved Spain, and therefore I wanted to learn Spanish. And it was in this way that I learned my first foreign language. I studied during a year and I got to the intermediate level. But I never finished the course. Consequently, my level of Spanish remained always in an intermediate level. I studied only occasionally and had few opportunities to practice.
On my last vacation, I decided to be a little more critical about my Spanish knowledge and established a small record: Continue reading