I am still in Tokyo, still alive and kicking, and soon hopefully prospering like never before, so what better time to dust off this old blog than the present?
Let me begin by summarizing the past eight months in a few short words: I moved to Shinjuku (that's still in Tokyo), and I'm about to start up my second company. Those are all the things that matter. Sure I've been partying, shopping, studying, working, hanging out with friends, and so on. But I did that before as well, so that's not much of a change, now is it?
What I should probably tell the world is that I've started studying Spanish. Officially I did that a couple months ago, but off the record I didn't really start until last week. So don't start a conversation with me expecting I'll be able to follow much. Yet. I do expect to learn pretty quickly though - considerably faster than the painfully slow rate at which my Japanese skills keep progressing. Spanish, being a European language and all, should be like child's play by comparison. Especially when you add a few personal factors, such as my life long interest in the language (due to my family having owned a house on the southern coast of Spain from before I was born all the way up until the year 2000), and the fact that I know several very interesting Spanish speaking people.
I had lunch with a Chinese classmate today during which the subject of which is the most romantic language in the world came up. My classmate mentioned French, which of course is what you'd usually hear. And I suppose I could see why - French certainly doesn't sound ugly. I would argue however that the prize goes to Spanish. It may not conform to the traditional view of a flowery romantic language, I'll admit to as much. But it is my kind of romantic. Sexy, adventurous romantic. And that is the kind of romantic that matters.
