Oct 02, 2004 20:50
There is a "Holiday" special on South Africa currently showing on BBC as I plan, with two terribly proper English women having an unreasonably smooth and wonderful time and saying things like, "Now, if I were a lion and I didn't want to be spotted, I don't think I'd give the game away by roaring, do you?" I've seen it before, actually, it's a re-run, but for some reason this time 'round it's striking me how very much travelling I've yet to do in my life. I quite simply cannot die without having stood on Table Mountain in Cape Town. (Little old British lady comment: "I think it's absolutely lovely." Understatement of the BBC year.)
I've been considering recently how much sense it might make for me to take my TEFLing self to Morocco or Tunisia one of these TEFLing years... they speak French there, you see, so I would be able to survive day-to-day, brush up on my second language, and maybe even pick up a bit of Arabic.
But do I really want to dash off to another country to try and learn another language when I'm not even able to sustain a conversation in Turkish? (I should obviously be at a better standard by next year, but I'll be nowhere near fluent at this rate.) And how much of my life do I want to spend doing this, anyway?
On the other hand, if not this, what?
Ah. There's the real question.