48 hours later

And now it's 48 hours after my second final exam in Spanish, in which I finally achieved the elusive benchmark of 3/3. A bit of an understatement to say that I'm relieved.

It's been a very challenging eight months. You know that Greek myth about Sisyphus perpetually rolling that damned rock uphill? That's what it felt like. Same thing, over and over, with no end in sight, and no way of telling if I was improving. An aggravating and humbling experience.

The upside? I can speak and read Spanish! (At least a little bit, any way!) Which makes all the effort worthwhile, of course.

A throwback photo from my trip to Ireland in 2012 with R, but the sentiment is certainly appropriate: