Speaking Spanish all day is a lot more taxing than it appears. My mouth is sore from moving it in ways I didn't think possible and yet I know I am still not prouncing words correctly.
Today, when I was at the book store, I heard a few other students from my group enter speaking Spanish. I didn't recognize their faces but I knew they were from the program because of their accent. And I know that is me to all Argentines. I know it sounds stupid. Of course I have an accent, I'm not from Argentina. But sometimes you just don't want to have an accent. Sometimes you want to blend. To do this I have to not talk. Which is next to impossible...seriously.
On the good side doing little things like going to the bank or laundry mat don't seem like huge daunting challenges. I am starting to feel more "at home" in a place so very different from home.
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