It’s extremely enjoyable that everybody here in Spain speaks Spanish. I can go anywhere, start speaking, and everybody understands! It’s paradise.
However, I feel exactly the same love for English. If I lived here, I’d miss it like crazy. Yesterday I shared an elevator ride with an American tourist, and it felt like being reunited with a long-lost relative.
I never felt like this about Russian. I have no fantasies of going to a place, and all of a sudden everybody speaks Russian. Since the war, it became a nightmare scenario but even before I never felt any need to seek out Russian speakers.
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