Next up, I thought I would move on to Spanish. That was dangerous because Spanish es mucho similar to Italian and I found myself floundering in both languages, doing a hybrid Italian-ish. So I quit Spanish to focus more on Italian (with Italian, I understand 80% of Spanish speakers anyways. In fact, Spanish and Italian speakers like to do this creepy game where they each speak their own language to each other and they *gasp* understand). The best thing I ever learned in Spanish class was actually something my professor said the first day:
We are all capable of learning a new language, but you will only ever be successful for one of two reasons: for survival or for love.
Needless to say, I walked out of that lesson beaming. L'ho fatto per l'amore. I did it for love. And it has and continues to be, the most humbling experience of my life.
(P.S. Grazie a tutti i miei amici italiani per il vostro supporto e la vostra pazienza!)