Dreaming in German

I love this city. As we hiked up the hill to the old castle on a winding cobblestone path, with the sun warming our faces for what felt like the first time in weeks, I fantasized about learning German and coming back to Tubingen for graduate study or a Fullbright scholarship. Does it have to be just a fantasy? I have a long life ahead of me with many years to be spent many different places, as well billions of unused brain cells read to soak up a new language. Like Juanma, my friend on the trip who is originally from Bolivia, mentioned over beers at the brewery tonight, “It’s nice to have another language to express yourself in.” Sometimes there’s a word or a concept I can feel but I just can’t express because of my linguistic limitations.