When Adult Brains Change: What Indonesia Taught Me About Language Learning
Six weeks before a short-term assignment in Indonesia, I dutifully opened Duolingo and began working through the Bahasa Indonesia course. It was slow. Painfully slow. And the sentences — “my cat drinks milk,” “I see the bread on the table” — felt like linguistic postcards from nowhere. I kept wondering when, exactly, I would need to announce the dairy preferences of a hypothetical cat. Still, I persisted. I arrived in Indonesia with a handful of phrases and a vague sense of the language’s rhythm. And then something happened that no app had prepared me for: I needed Indonesian immediately. A small complication at the airport. A hotel check‑in with no English. A first dinner out with my American colleague — at a lovely, inexpensive local restaurant where the staff spoke only Indonesian. A winding walk home through unfamiliar streets. Without Indonesian, we would not have eaten. We would not have found our way back. We would not have been able to function. The next day, as we were b...
