We woke up to a gloomy and rainy day. After finishing breakfast and drinking our coffees, Ági suggested that we go for a walk before the rain. It was a brilliant idea because on the way back home it started to rain, and it's been raining since then. And boy, was it cold outside! The temperature dropped to +13°C, but it felt even less in the strong wind. Where are the nice warm days when we could go out for our walk wearing nothing but a T-shirt and a short, not to mention my beloved TEVA sandals? The afternoon walk with Abby was equally shite, as the rain and wind were still on. Poor thing, she returned with completely soaked fur.
Anyway, the air pressure put so much pressure on our system that both of us had to nod off after lunch. First, I lost consciousness, and after waking up with a start, Ági fell into a deep sleep. I'd better pull myself together and get back to my weekend routine. I have a plan so crazy that it might just work. Except for tomorrow and the Thursday of the following week - when I'll be travelling to Vienna with and for Ági and back home - I'll take my studies to another level. Having two lessons with Charlette and completing the homework, I know how to proceed with my learning process.
On a side note, I must restructure my schedule completely. The first three-month-long period after completing the CELTA course was a great and useful experience. I learned a lot about my studying habits, discovered the weak and strong areas of my English, and finally, could put together a realistic goal for this year. Hankering for sitting a CPE exam this year is not an unrealistic goal for me. I'm not ready yet, but I know how to prepare myself for the big event, not to mention that I have a fantastic teacher and a wonderful wife who fully support me. I'll not fail, I know. And for what it's worth, this is the first time in my life that I don't think of it as a possible event of a big failure. That's what I call a kind of process, innit?
Well, this is for today, I'm afraid. The day is not over yet, however, I'd like to work out before taking Abby for her evening walk and learn Finnish a bit. I totally love this language. Besides English 🇬🇧, there are a few other languages that I'd love to master, such as Finnish 🇫🇮, Icelandic 🇮🇸, French 🇫🇷, Welsh 🏴, Spanish 🇪🇸, Portuguese 🇵🇹, and German 🇩🇪, however silly the latter might sound. And if I had more time, learning other exotic languages would be great.
I'll finish it, I promise, but I can't get rid of the Finnish series we've just completed recently, Bordertown. Its original soundtrack is available on Apple Music, and I've been listening to it since I started writing this entry. Music is exciting. If the composer manages to hit the right tunes, it could immediately take us back to certain memories. And not only taking us back but also reliving those moments so powerfully that we might experience the complete sensation that walked us through that particular memory. Still, I don't remember every scene from the series, but I can still recall the joy I experienced while watching it. Those flashing images, particular gestures from the characters combined with the music, are coming out of the back of my head on a long imaginary roll of film. But, enough of Bordertown... Olen suuri suomalaisen sarjan Bordertown fani.
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