Have you ever thought about love languages?
Written by: Monica
Teaching Spanish has always been Monica’s passion. During a period of 11 years, her commitment has been always aimed at maximizing each and every student’s performance and making the process of learning less challenging and more enjoyable. Therefore, her students learn how to perform in the four skills as a Spanish speaker through a wide range of dynamic activities related to everyday situations and not by means of infinite doses of theory and memorization. As a very passionate teacher, she strongly believes in teaching as a tool to create and innovate in order to offer alternatives to learning that are highly attractive and meaningful for them. Accordingly, she offers experience full of enthusiasm and creativity and her will to bring them an ideal atmosphere in which rapport, entertainment, and exciting proposals let them learn inadvertently.
Mi nombre es Mónica. Nací en Venezuela y vivo en España ¡Enseñar español siempre ha sido mi pasión! Durante 12 años mi compromiso siempre ha estado dirigido a potenciar a cada uno de mis estudiantes y hacer del proceso de aprendizaje, un camino menos desafiante y más significativo. Por eso, mis alumnos aprenden a desempeñarse en las cuatro habilidades a través de una amplia gama de actividades dinámicas relacionadas con situaciones cotidianas y no mediante dosis infinitas de teoría y memorización. Creo en la enseñanza como herramienta para crear, innovar y ofrecer alternativas de aprendizaje atractivas para mis estudiantes ¡Me encanta hacer de cada recorrido una experiencia única y memorable! Te invito a disfrutar del español para aprenderlo sin percatarte!
Living in a world in which consumerism is a worldwide trend and San Valentine’s day has been conceived as that day in our calendar in which superfluous goods are a prerequisite to let people know how much we love them, it would be worth asking ourselves: Are material stuff the only way to demonstrate and celebrate love? Do those kinds of things have lasting meaning for us or maybe they are occasional and passing pleasures attached to just one day? Are there any other ways besides this one? Are there any other days to celebrate it?
Fortunately, when it comes to love there is a world in which its languages, frequency and time depend only on our will to make it happen. Having said that, talking about love is talking about 365 days of the year and 365 different ways to share it beyond expectations, formulas, social standards and, superfluous matters. All this makes me think: Why not give love verbally? Is possible to give love inadvertently? What would happen if we only had love but not money?
Strangely enough, we are constantly delivering love but we are not aware of it. If we would count those times in which we have been helping others, supporting friends, encouraging people who we love to do their best or letting our relatives know what they mean to us, we would surely be surprised about the effects. So, you have probably been spreading and getting love but how could you not realize it? I will give you a clue: because it didn’t cost anything or at least that’s how it seems, it’s not something that you can post on social media, lastly it’s not a gift that you need to unwrap and touch.
Undoubtedly, love language is priceless, not because it doesn’t have a significant value, but because it’s something that goes far beyond our material wealth. Therefore, why don’t we start to become aware of this and celebrate love 365 days in 365 different ways? Why are we waiting to surprise our loved ones with a word of love or an unexpected gesture which changes their day?
The world will be an even more wonderful world to live in, that is if we become polyglots regarding love and keep it alive through heartfelt words and actions to enrich others’ lives.
“Love is not one way or another but in every way.”
Mónica Díaz Fernández
Fluentella tales: episode 2
(plus phrasal verbs on love)
Written by: Marie
The forest was silent. I could not hear a single thing except my ragged breath and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. Did I outrun them? My ankle is throbbing. I must have twisted it during the past few minutes but that went by unnoticed. I spot a huge fir tree to my left. It should be strong enough to hold my weight for a while. Luckily the snow is falling quickly enough to cover the tracks I left. At least I’m not bleeding, that would have been a dead giveaway to my whereabouts. And I know they will be coming. Hopefully, they will not look up but lose my trail in the snow. I struggle up the trunk and find a branch where I can lie down on my stomach. Exhaustion kicks in as the adrenaline wears off and I can’t seem to keep my eyes open. My hands and feet are freezing but I can’t run anymore. Before I drift off to sleep, the moment I met my husband for the first time flashes before me. What have they done to him?
Louis and I met in person on a sunny afternoon in January five years before. We found each other online and chatted for a few weeks before he asked me out for lunch. I was early as usual and sat at a table by myself, pretending to work on my laptop because I didn’t want to look as nervous as I felt. I looked up as he walked in and his smile told me that this was it. He was a keeper. Unlike my ex. He and I started to drift apart as soon as the relationship began. Before Louis even greeted me, I knew I was falling for him. He gave me a warm hug and pointed out that it was a smart idea to bring a laptop to lunch. He winked. He sees right through me. From that moment on we hit it off. We could not stop talking and enjoying each other’s company. Lunch turned into afternoon beers and the hours faded away. I could tell he was nervous as well since he hit on me a few times. Unsuccessfully I might add. After each attempt, I just rolled my eyes and we laughed until we cried. It was hard saying goodbye that afternoon in January. But that was the start of something amazing and we have never been happier. It didn’t take us long to settle down. We moved in together after a few weeks and it did not feel strange at all. We were definitely meant to be together.
The weeks turned into years. We have traveled the world, experienced a typhoon and a couple of earthquakes in Asia. Did we have rough patches? Sure, just like any other couple. But break up? No way, Jose. We have always tried to be as honest with each other as possible. We don’t lead each other on. He has tried his best to understand and support me with my daddy issues. I have made it crystal clear that if he were to cheat on me, he would never see me again. In return, I try my best to make him happy and we both constantly work on ourselves to better our relationship. We hardly ever argue, so making up is a breeze.
I wake up with a start. Gunfire in the distance. I almost lose my balance on the branch but manage to stay where I am. How long have I been asleep? I listen intently. A twig snaps underfoot. Someone is close to the fir. I can feel it. Don’t look up, whoever you are! Then I hear a familiar cough, but it was suppressed as to not attract attention. I almost fall out of the tree a second time in less than 30 seconds.
“Mom?” I whisper.
No one answered.
TO BE CONTINUED
Love Phrasal Verbs
FluentellaTales: Episodio 2
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