A moment of reckoning
Should I learn to speak International Art English (do I already speak it?) or make a sad trot back to my sad history of assaulting Egyptian Arabic in a classroom with a lovely teacher who burst out laughing at my hurdy gurdy pronounciations? Or continue my hola-ing at any Espanola, Mexicana or Coo-bana I meet? Yesterday three. And daily I meet and greet my 3 sets of Mexican neighbours with the same two phrases. Or up the robust effort to live en Francais? I can manage paragraphs en Francais and am fluent in Le Petit Nicolas. Or keep cracking away with my auditory lusting after mo chuid Gaeilge? Cad e do baruil h’Edel?
Or do the simple, most practical thing and learn to cook quinoa?