Today at 11 am, I had my Spanish conversation class with my teacher Marta. After the lesson, Marta introduced me to her fiancé Olivier, who is from France, so I started talking French to him. But I immediately mixed up Spanish and French, so I switched to English, as I usually have more control in my native language. At one pm, after I'd had lunch, I supervised an oral Master's exam at the University. It was on Italian literature and linguistics, and I don't speak Italian, but at least for the first few minutes, I tried to follow along with my French and Spanish, but that only helped a little bit. (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 28 May 2026)