So the wine of pressing through the challenge of learning three languages reveals itself when I go to buy eggs from the store that is 100 yds away from my house. There are three women in the store including my usual storelady. I greet them in Armenian, but they ask me if it would be alright if I speak English so that they could learn a few words.
“Ok, very good,” I say, searching their expressions for comprehension. When understanding had been ascertained, I proceeded to ask for “bread, butter, and eggs,” in English, much to their delight.
I then hear the storekeep translate the words into Russian, which I can actually understand! I say yes, those words were correctly translated. Observing that I had begun to learn Russian, my storelady tosses a few phrases my way. She then asks what other languages I know, to which I happily reply, "español." She happens to want to learn Spanish, so I tell her I'll trade her some Spanish words for some Russian ones every time I come to the store.
As I'm leaving, she asks me what languages my dog speaks. Smiling, I tell her that Mia is bilingual and understands commands both in English and Armenian.
The storelady, smiling back, says, “Molodetz.” (Good for you, in Russian).
Love and Peace Սեր, խաղաղությունAmor y paz Любовь и мир
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