Unos miedos

I have some fears about my Spanish, and am feeling rather stuck in the language. I’m just fluent enough that I can, ungrammatically, make myself understood, so am at risk of getting trapped in a badly spoken, semi-literate language, like the cliche of an immigrant to another country who has learned enough to get by but never speaks correctly and is thus never taken seriously.

The less said about my Mandarin the better. Here, I have given up, and will be satisfied if I can read the odd menu or shop in Chinatown or something. I don’t think I’ll continue after this time in Taiwan ends.