As you are reading this I am on the Alps, trying to survive those long daily hikes. I didn’t want to leave you without anything so here is a Guest Post by the beautiful Em.
I have the brain of a linguist.
When I was six, my mum bought me a French picture book which I read over and over and over again until it’s cover became loose and tattered.
I read my dad’s German dictionary cover-to-cover when I was nine, fascinated by the unusual words and the way they felt as they tumbled out of my mouth.
When I was eleven, I spent a fortnight in Austria where, by the end of the trip, I had compiled a lengthy list of German words and my rough translations.
I started learning French at school when I was twelve, childishly excited as I learnt and recited those first few precious words.
When I was fourteen I started a German online course which I still go back to every now and then for fun.
I went to Berlin when I was fourteen and got to experience the surreal feeling of being surrounded by a different language, being in ‘another world’ almost.
Somewhere along the way I learnt a bit of British Sign Language – the alphabet and the UK Scout promise to be more specific.
Now I’m sixteen and I like to listen to Dutch music, read French versions of Harry Potter and dream of future plans of travelling and become bi- or multi-lingual.
I have the brain of a linguist – do you?
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