Happy Birthday to me! I’m 27 now. Wow!

I have taken a quick look at the Spanish songs for this happy occassion.

The first one is the Spanish version of Western Happy Birthday. This is the grass blues version:

Cumpleaños Feliz,
Cumpleaños Feliz,
Te deseamos todos,
Cumpleaños Feliz.

However, in Mexico the birthday box/girl would be awaken at 6 am with this lovely tune:

Estas son las mañanitas
que cantaba el rey David.
Hoy por ser tu cumpleaños
te las cantamos a ti.
Despierta, mi bien, despierta;
mira que ya amaneci&oacute.
Ya los pajarillos cantan;
la luna ya se metió

This day is definitely a landmark in my Spanish learning process. After seven months of  vocab-learning, chat-listening and grammar-drilling I have had an unforgettable experience of having a REAL conversation in Spanish. With a real native speaker!

How was it? Absolutely, mind-bogglingly a-w-e-s-o-m-e! I was a bit hesitant at first whether I should even start a chat in Spanish but I boldly decided to have a go  and now I definitely do not regret having jumped at the opportunity. Although I don’t remember the name of my Spanish partner, I can proudly say that I understood and still remember most of the details of the conversation. Sure, it wasn’t about any profound ethical issue. But still, the most important conclusion is that despite learning individually I managed to hold quite an animated conversation on tourism of Spain. This proves once again that the alleged essentialness of having mates in learning a language is just BS.

The whole experience really uplifted my spirit. Your first successful attempts to communicate in a foreign language you learn are one of those moments that make you feel that trying new things in life really does make sense. Could there be a more optimistic conclusion of a post? Probably not.

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