Spanish

Independance is what saves me from the morosity of days sometimes. This year I've decided to take Spanish lessons. All by myself, and for no reasons! Or, if you prefer, for many reasons: I like how it sounds, the culture and history is strong and endless, it'll be useful if I finally make the journey to South America or go to Madrid as planned, and I have, after all, a quarter of Spanish blood in me. But none of these reasons is vital enough for me to learn the language. I think what I appreciate most is that it's like getting back to school. Learning just for pleasure, and because there's no immediate use for it. I missed that in a way.