Some people say that dreaming in a foreign language is a sign of fluency. I’ve yet to dream in Spanish, and I consider myself pretty proficient in it.
I was half asleep on Saturday evening watching a documentary on China on TV. I pretty much came out of a coma to start talking about Beijing and gymnastics and my trip in February.
Kike just laughed and said, “Pretty amazing you’re awake and commenting on the program, when two minutes ago you were sobada and muttering, pero ninaaaa donde estan tus clips? in your sleep.
Turns out I AM dreaming in Spanish! I don’t care if I was asking someone where her hairclips or paperclips or TV clips were. A milestone is a milestone.