Hola chic@s,

Espero que estén bien.

I got my first pedicure today… (I never thought I’d write that.)

Now that it’s summer (verano), my feet are on full display, which was an opportunity for the women in my life to tell me how disgusting my feet are.

So my girlfriend (novia) dragged me into the local nail salon to get my feet serviced.

A door I’d never walked through before.

A new space.

New rules.

Same nerves.

Spanish has taught me to lean into these moments and embrace the unknown.

I sat down on the world’s most uncomfortable massage chair that began to pulverize my shoulder blades, whilst I dipped my feet into a shallow basin of lukewarm agua 💧

The lady and her colleague raised their eyebrows as they figured out what to do with the state of my dirty feet.

She brandished a metal tool and began to scrape the bottom of my feet vigorously, as a mountain (montaña) of dead skin began to gather on the floor.

The procedure took about 25 minutes, which, for the most part, was me trying to contain my embarrassment (vergüenza - not embarazada 😉).

Being a beginner in a new space is uncomfortable because everyone else seems to know the rules. Where to sit. Where to put their feet.

But remember, most people probably aren’t judging you.

They’re just getting on with their day.

Today’s mission is called the Nail Salon 💅

Let’s simulate you walking into a new space.

You don’t know the rules, and the Spanish is coming at you fast.

Let’s see if you survive👇


💅 Nail Salon Mission 💅


Let me know how you get on, and if you have any questions.

My inbox is always open.

Un abrazo grande,
Harrison

Spanish for living, not just learning