The book’s title is a tad optimistic, but in 2003, this book taught me basic grammar and words before my first trip to Argentina. I’ve learned the language in many ways since, but I never actually finished the book.
Today, I went back to the beginning and did the first two and a half chapters at a picnic table in Perry Lakes.
On the second day of Perth’s winter, I was in my short-sleeved shirt and shorts, as the sun beamed on my back.
I walked there and back – ten miles – and am now basking in bilingual (well, getting close) virtue.
