Travels

I had a good couple of days with the boy this weekend. He’s 7 in a week and enormous, I mean tall. That’s all well and good, but it doesn’t help him speak Spanish. This is an issue because every Saturday he goes to 3 hours of immersion Spanish lessons.


Most of the students who attend this class come from a duel language household. It’s a class for Spanish speaking children who attend school in English. Their families want them to study Spanish, as well as be able to chat in Spanish at home. We send our boy because of the Colombian heritage, his interest in learning and because it’s great to have some struggle in life.


He doesn’t have the benefit of Spanish at home, he’s not at a year 1 level in Espanyol, so half of his time in class is with the pre-school aged kids. This means that when I drop him off, he walks into a room filled with very small people. 1 giant 7 year old blond haired gringo into a room of 4 year old Spanish and South American kids.


It’s like a scene from Gulliver’s Travels. I half suspect to find him roped to the floor when I come back to collect him.


Still, a bit of struggle is probably good for him.


Happy birthday Pan man.