At this time of the year, people might become more assiduous about gym attendance, more attentive to toning up muscles wasted by winter months, and perhaps even book a couple of sessions under the sun lamp, why not?
This with a view to having our ‘beach body’ ready for when summer begins.
We’ll be one of the fresh, juicy-looking pieces of fruit the greengrocer displays at the front of his stand!
Rather than one of yesterday’s saggy, pock-marked rejects, which sell at several euros less per kilo, or get surreptitiously slipped into a brown paper bag of sexier fruit.
Sorry about the mixed metaphors, but anyway, there’s a language-learning moral in here somewhere!
Which is basically this: many ‘beach bodies’ never see an actualy beach, because they’re too busy in the gym or under a sun lamp, ‘preparing’ for the day.
Whereas go to an actual beach, in Rimini, say, where my in-laws live, and you’ll see people of all shapes, sizes, ages and grades of subjective attractiveness, soaking up the sun, playing ball in bikini-clad groups, building sandcastles with their kids, or sitting under umbrellas, with a paperback, or chatting with friends.
Sorry, the language learning moral, was…?
If you’re waiting until you know the language well, or better, before you begin to use it, then you have things ‘arse over tit’, as we Brits once said, and as any regular beachgoer can attest.
Languages are for communicating, and they’re learnt though and while commicating. Beaches are for eating icecreams on and sod the waistline.
Leaving the fun part for ‘later’ makes no sense to me.
Imperfect as my language skills are, no way am I going to miss out on the craic – so the beer, the company, the chat, the fun – just because my conjugations are skaky.
Not a chance.
Me? I’m beach body ready, already.