When I went to school in Cardiff, one of the subjects we took was Welsh, as far as I remember it was compulsory to learn Welsh until the age of fourteen or maybe even sixteen. I know that I studied it until I was sixteen; however, since leaving school I haven’t practised it and have therefore forgotten most of what I learnt. I still remember some vocabulary and common phrases and even one or two rules, but certainly not enough to have a conversation or read an article. Maybe if I started having classes again I would discover, in some dark corner of my already over-filled brain, the remnants of the language lying dormant just waiting to be given a new lease of life. Time, however, is not on my side, and really if I were to dedicate some time to learning a language it should be to improve my Spanish rather than try to reignite my Welsh. Trying to find a fluent Welsh speaker here in Medellin, would be like trying to find a Quechua speaker in Cardiff.
Welsh, Photographer, Vegan, English teacher and translator from Spanish to English.