Precerpt from My 20th Language: L3 Spanish - Spanish House
Spanish House I didn’t live in Spanish House; I lived in German House. They were located, however, just two floors apart in my Penn State dorm. French House was there, too. So, it should not have been surprising that we would all run into each other many times. For me, it was fun. I could speak French to my friends in French House, Spanish to my friends in Spanish House, and German to my friends in German House, which was where I spent most of my time and most of my talking. My roommate Brigitte, a native speaker from Koeln, Germany, had a very close friend, Patrice, who lived in Spanish House. They had become friends at the Mount Alto campus prior to moving to the main campus in State College their junior year. It was a given that Patrice and I would become friends, too—a three-some. Brigitte was dating a young man who lived in the same apartment as Patrice’s boyfriend, all of them friends from Mount Alto. So, again, it should not have been surprising that they invited me ...