Oh, how I long for the days of learning uno, dos, tres, and me llama Adam. I re-confirmed my assumptions that I didn't have a knack for foreign language learning when I had to learn Greek. Next was Azeri, then Turkish, and now Russian. I keep telling myself that I am going to start picking up the next language with more ease, but I find myself more frustrated and longing for the last language that I couldn't wait to put behind me.
I write this blog to 1) confess that this is a huge hill I am looking up at, and 2) that I need your prayers! We have a really good teacher who meets us at our friend's house for lessons. Our teacher is Uzbek, that is communicating with us in Turkish and teaching us Russian (hmm...yeah). Sometimes I find myself trying to figure out if what she just said was Russian or Turkish...it's all starting to blend together. I'm going to come away speaking Russkish. The class is going pretty well, Stephanie gets a lot more "bravos" than I do, but I can get the teacher to laugh more (too bad it's at me). We have a book that is about an inch thick that she keeps promising we will complete before we leave in about 6 weeks. I am hoping that we can slow down a bit so I can absorb more.
Пожалуйста, молитесь за нас в ближайшие пару лет, что мы будем верны, то мы будем мотивированы, и что мы будем завоевывать этот трудный язык