Twelve years ago, this Mr. Chancho sign would have meant little to me. But now, whenever I look at this photo, it reminds me that any journey is full of surprises, if you’re open to them. I started out on a language learning mission, and wound up shifting my life goals along the way.

Goal One: A Healthy Brain

In 2002, I signed up for Spanish lessons at the Cervantes Institute in New York City. My goal was to keep my brain shipshape.

Studies, such as this one by Ellen Bialystok (Lifespan Cognition and Development Lab, York University), show that learning a second language can help delay or prevent Alzheimer’s. They also suggest that it’s never too late to start building a bilingual brain.

Why did I choose Spanish? It was a mainly arbitrary choice, heavily influenced by two of my good friends, one from Cuba and one from Spain.

Besides, Spanish makes sense in New York City where I live. Here you can find opportunities to practice in the subway, on local TV, or at almost any corner bodega.

Goal Two: Be Less Clueless

On the first day of class, Jorge Gallegos, my new professor, started with one of his favorite quizzes—How many Spanish-speaking countries could we name?

We coughed up Mexico, Spain, and a couple of others and then started to run out of steam. I’m sure you can do better than we did, can’t you? (You’ll find the full list at the bottom of this post.)

At last, with a map and Jorge’s gracious cajoling, we finally arrived at a list of the countries where Spanish is the main language. By the end of class, I had already sensed my first goal shift.

Sure, I wanted to exercise my brain. But maybe this class would help me be a bit less clueless about the world, too.

The class was great fun, and I definitely felt it working brain synapses that were either rusty or completely untapped. We followed immersion methodology. That means that from day one, we spoke only Spanish. It sounds impossible, but with a terrific, patient teacher, you’d be surprised. At least I was.

I decided that I’d like to try a full-on immersion in a Spanish-speaking country. Ecuador was a logical choice since I’d heard so many fascinating things about it from Jorge.

So I went to Cuenca for a month. High in the Andes, Cuenca is an utterly charming small town of tile roofs, Colonial architecture, and a church on every corner (or so it seems.)

While there, I took four hours a day of classes at the Centro de Estudios Interamericanos (CEDEI), lived with a wonderful local family, and pushed my brain to exhaustion and beyond.

Daily classes taught me the importance of speaking up, even when you don’t have a clue what you’re saying and, most importantly, making mistakes.

Goal Three: Explore Culture Through Language

After school one day, I was wandering through the lovely streets of Cuenca and found Mr. Chancho, the smiling bilingual pig. While I was snapping a pic, I heard a drum and followed it through the alleys.

I came upon a group of small children wearing Spanish style adult-costumes, complete with moustaches for the boys. They were riding horses decked out in crazy collages of empty liquor bottles and candies.

In my broken Spanish, I asked a bystander what was going on. It was a rehearsal for the Paseo del Niño, an annual parade that takes place each year before Christmas.

My brain was whirring with stimulation. Worries of Alzheimer’s felt years away as I watched the bright and beautiful children, chatted with their relatives, and admired the intricate handiwork of their costumes.

Watching this amazing parade was definitely an “Oh, I see” moment. I realized that my goal for learning Spanish had shifted completely.

What started as exercise for my brain had evolved into something much deeper and more intriguing—a deep craving to know more about Latin cultures.

My ostensible goal—to become fluent in Spanish—remains the same to this day. But the road I started is far from the road I ended up on. The journey has taken me from Ecuador to Spain, Mexico, and eventually Argentina, where I now spend about three months a year.

The more I learn about Latin culture, the happier I am that I started this adventure. Learning a new language is great, but stepping into new cultures is even better.

So now I think of Mr. Chancho (one of my favorite street signs from Cuenca) and his best friend, Mr. Pollo, and remember that being bilingual doesn’t mean just knowing two languages. It means understanding two cultures, and being willing to follow the odd drummer, wherever it leads you.

I’m sure my brain is the better for my language learning efforts, but the effects have reached far more than my physical brain and its unused synapses. My whole outlook has changed because I took aim at one of my life goals and then landed somewhere else altogether.

Spanish-Speaking Countries: Argentina, Bolivia, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Cuba, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, El Salvador, Equatorial Guinea, Guatemala, Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, Spain, Uruguay, Venezuela. Plus Puerto Rico and, of course, the United States.

Spanish Lessons: My first professor, Jorge Gallegos, now runs Easy Español, a language school where you can take classes in person, on-line, or both. He’s a great guy (and a good friend). Tell him Bruno sent you (that’s what I’m called in Argentina.)

$\"Bilingual$

Take note: That’s not Se\u00f1or Chancho and it’s not Mr. Pig.
\u00a9 Bruce Goldstone<\/p><\/div>\n

How I Started in on Language Learning\u2014And Gained a Lot More<\/h2>\n
Twelve years ago, this Mr. Chancho sign would have meant little to me.\u00a0But now, whenever I look at this photo, it reminds me that any journey is full of surprises, if you\u2019re open to them. I started out on a language learning mission, and wound up shifting my life goals along the way.<\/p>\n

Goal One: A Healthy Brain<\/h4>\n
In 2002, I signed up for Spanish lessons at the Cervantes Institute<\/a> in New York City. My goal was to keep my brain shipshape.<\/p>\n
Studies, such as this one<\/a> by Ellen Bialystok (Lifespan Cognition and Development Lab<\/a>,\u00a0York University),\u00a0show that learning a second language can help delay or prevent Alzheimer\u2019s. They also suggest that it’s never too late to start building a bilingual brain.<\/p>\n
Why did I choose Spanish? It was a mainly arbitrary choice, heavily influenced by two of my good friends, one from Cuba and one from Spain.<\/p>\n
Besides, Spanish makes sense in New York City where I live. Here you can find opportunities to practice in the subway, on local TV, or at almost any corner bodega.<\/p>\n
$\"Sign$
Espa\u00f1ol is never far away in New York City.
\u00a9 Bruce Goldstone<\/p><\/div>\n
Goal Two: Be Less Clueless<\/h4>\n
On the first day of class, Jorge Gallegos, my new professor, started with one of his favorite quizzes\u2014How many Spanish-speaking countries could we name?<\/p>\n
We coughed up Mexico, Spain, and a couple of others and then started to run out of steam. I’m sure you can do better than we did, can’t you? (You’ll find the full list at the bottom of this post.)<\/p>\n
At last, with a map and Jorge\u2019s gracious cajoling, we finally arrived at a list of the countries where Spanish is the main language. By the end of class, I had already sensed my first goal shift.<\/p>\n
Sure, I wanted to exercise my brain. But maybe this class would help me be a bit less clueless about the world, too.<\/p>\n
The class was great fun, and I definitely felt it working brain synapses that were either rusty or completely untapped. We followed immersion methodology. That means that from day one, we spoke only Spanish. It sounds impossible, but with a terrific, patient teacher, you\u2019d be surprised. At least I was.<\/p>\n
Along the way, Jorge told us a lot about his native country of Ecuador.<\/p>\n
Skip ahead two years.<\/p>\n
I decided that I\u2019d like to try a full-on immersion in a Spanish-speaking country. Ecuador was a logical choice since I\u2019d heard so many fascinating things about it from Jorge.<\/p>\n
So I went to Cuenca for a month. High in the Andes, Cuenca is an utterly charming small town of tile roofs, Colonial architecture, and a church on every corner (or so it seems.)<\/p>\n
$\"Cuenca,$
Clay roofs, the central cathedral, and the Andes in Cuenca, Ecuador
\u00a9 Bruce Goldstone<\/p><\/div>\n
While there, I took four hours a day of classes at the Centro de Estudios Interamericanos<\/a> (CEDEI), lived with a wonderful local family, and pushed my brain to exhaustion and beyond.<\/p>\n
Daily classes taught me the importance of speaking up, even when you don\u2019t have a clue what you\u2019re saying and, most importantly, making mistakes.<\/p>\n
Goal Three: Explore Culture Through Language<\/h4>\n
After school one day, I was wandering through the lovely streets of Cuenca and found Mr. Chancho, the smiling bilingual pig. While I was snapping a pic, I heard a drum and followed it through the alleys.<\/p>\n
$\"Children's$
Small boys, big moustaches
\u00a9 Bruce Goldstone<\/p><\/div>\n
I came upon a group of small children wearing Spanish style adult-costumes, complete with moustaches for the boys. They were riding horses decked out in crazy collages of empty liquor bottles and candies.<\/p>\n
In my broken Spanish, I asked a bystander what was going on. It was a rehearsal for the Paseo del Ni\u00f1o, an annual parade that takes place each year before Christmas.<\/p>\n
$\"Children's$
Luckily for the horse, the bottles are empty.
\u00a9 Bruce Goldstone<\/p><\/div>\n
My brain was whirring with stimulation. Worries of Alzheimer\u2019s felt years away as I watched the bright and beautiful children, chatted with their relatives, and admired the intricate handiwork of their costumes.<\/p>\n
Watching this amazing parade was definitely an \u201cOh, I see\u201d moment<\/b>. I realized that my goal for learning Spanish had shifted completely.<\/p>\n
What started as exercise for my brain had evolved into something much deeper and more intriguing\u2014a deep craving to know more about Latin cultures.<\/p>\n
My ostensible goal\u2014to become fluent in Spanish\u2014remains the same to this day. But the road I started is far from the road I ended up on. The journey has taken me from Ecuador to Spain, Mexico, and eventually Argentina, where I now spend about three months a year.<\/p>\n
The more I learn about Latin culture, the happier I am that I started this adventure. Learning a new language is great, but stepping into new cultures is even better.<\/p>\n
So now I think of Mr. Chancho (one of my favorite street signs from Cuenca) and his best friend, Mr. Pollo, and remember that being bilingual doesn’t mean just knowing two languages. It means understanding two cultures, and being willing to follow the odd drummer, wherever it leads you.<\/p>\n
$\"Bilingual$
Mr. Chancho’s best friend
\u00a9 Bruce Goldstone<\/p><\/div>\n
I\u2019m sure my brain is the better for my language learning efforts, but the effects have reached far more than my physical brain and its unused synapses. My whole outlook has changed because I took aim at one of my life goals and then landed somewhere else altogether.<\/p>\n
Spanish-Speaking Countries:<\/strong> Argentina, Bolivia, Chile, Colombia, Costa Rica, Cuba, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, El Salvador, Equatorial Guinea, Guatemala, Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, Spain, Uruguay, Venezuela. Plus Puerto Rico and, of course, the United States.<\/em><\/p>\n
Spanish Lessons:<\/strong> My first professor, Jorge Gallegos, now runs Easy Espa\u00f1ol,<\/a> a language school where you can take classes in person, on-line, or both. He’s a great guy (and a good friend). Tell him Bruno sent you (that’s what I’m called in Argentina.)<\/em><\/p>\n
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How I Started in on Language Learning—And Gained a Lot More

Goal One: A Healthy Brain

Goal Two: Be Less Clueless

Goal Three: Explore Culture Through Language