I've been living in the south of France for a year now. I still don't know French.
Learning the language shouldn't be so hard, but my brain isn't as young as it was. Plus, I'm finding that I'm just as resistant to studying as I was as a teenager. There are so many other things I'd rather do.
Last month I declared I was going to speak French by Christmas. Sometimes when I set a goal for myself, and announce it, I'm too embarrassed not to follow through. Let's see if this works.
The French teacher is scheduled for three lessons a week. We try to have lunch together at a nearby cafe on one of the off-days. My teacher is a professional speech pathologist, so I expect I'll learn proper enunciation. So far, I haven't advanced past the first and second class verbs.
I'm remembering when I had to make the choice of which "foreign" language to study when I was in high school. Oh how I wish it had been French! Even when I had another chance in college, I chose Spanish.
Guess that's just another example of "the road not taken"...