see, i met a spanish major today and i was like--"huh." because... it's hard to imagine passionately loving spanish. it's just not a very... i don't know. i mean, i love spanish, but i love it in the sense that, like, after a few weeks of deprivation i start to feel itchy and have to listen to shakira for a while. or like that after studying japanese for a while my brain goes into spanish mode in self-defense, because comparatively, it's ridiculously easy. where japanese makes no sense whatsoever, spanish barely requires any studying... although when i was in japan, i started to get homesick for spanish and walked around singing the nursery rhymes that you learn in spanish one...

me: a pamplona hemos de ir, con una media y un calcetin.
little japanese girl: eee? what does that mean?
me: it means we have to go to pamplona with a stocking and a sock.
ljg: to where?
me: it's a place in spain.
ljg: ahhhhh, so *still confused.*
me: it's spanish.
ljg: ahhhhh. *strange look.*